Theresa Short
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I'm laying here crying my eyes out,
Every so often shouting,
Not wanting to live no more,
Not letting my wounds get sore,
...
I'm breaking inside,
Hand me the 45,
I'm all alone,
Lets get stoned,
...
The night I called 911 to come to your rescue,
Because at that time you were less you,
The racing heart but calmness I had to show,
Would compare to the gut punch that would blow,
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The Best Poem Of Theresa Short
Broken (But Not Dead Yet)
I'm laying here crying my eyes out,
Every so often shouting,
Not wanting to live no more,
Not letting my wounds get sore,
every scar that i made i reopen,
Let the blood come out soaked,
Every piece of paper i could find,
writing down i'm broken nothing kind.
as if I was dead,
I'm broken but not dead yet,
I'm having people say they wish we never met,
this life is getting harder to deal with,
Give me a drug dealer and meth,
I'll show you my horrible death.
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