Free verse № 109499
Dead
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
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The thing to remember when posting poetry (and I need to take my own advice sometimes, don't get me wrong) is that you are placing it here for people to read and comment on. If you want them to read it and read your future postings, you have to make it something that they will enjoy reading, or at least remember.
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