Knife's are falling all around, with you dodging up and down, then you think is there any point dodging when my life is'nt worth living, then you stop and the knifes stop falling,then you move and then there again! Life is so confusing,when you stop choosing, then by surprise one hits you from the side, as you lay there in pain no one cares for you, but yourself in vain. Your friend walks in and sees you there all they can do is stop and stair, slowly but surely they start breaking down, in deep despair!
Please read the rest of my poems!
2007-02-24
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Katja ie tattybow
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