its not about me or aybody i know it just came into my mind
im young so cut some slack
drunken mother already in bed
my brain feeling as if its not in my head
i turn around and see it there
anything that can tear
pintch, poke, cut, kill,
to take me out of my misery
the thrill
i reach for the razor sitting there
my mind floting in mid-air
every memory good or bad
i look in the mirror its very sad
i throw a candle
break the glass
start to cry
as i begin to slash
away the pain
and
misery
finally o finally
im free.
i know its not wonderful
this is my first poem
please tell me what you think
honestly.
2007-05-30
15:53:50
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6 answers
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asked by
Anonymous
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
ok the first guy i went n looked at his
he does tht to every1
total jurk
o well
2007-05-30
16:00:16 ·
update #1