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Dead (Free verse) by QuirkyWonder

I look in the mirror And all I see Is a worthless person Staring back at me Nothing seems to matter Everything seems to hurt The only way to heal pain Is with pain So I step into the bathroom Find a razor and begin to cut As my blood spills onto the floor I feel almost free AS if my blood is what Has caused this pain With a single tear drop shed I realize how much I wish I was dead

electroman1979 31-Jul-04/10:40 PM
kinda a "bad thought" poem, think happy thoughts :D




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