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Talking... (Free verse) by thirdchildofpain
TALKING-
Cut my wrist
I'm not afraid,
you're the one
with the razor blade.
You stare at me like I'm nuts
You wont pull it
you don't have the guts
I'm looking you right in the eye
What's wrong?
I want to die.
Look hard,
what do you see?
Nothing extravagant
just me.
I'm nothing more than
that
Just annoying and a brat.
So poke fun
if you want to
hurt me,
Anyway
youâre going to
Life's too long for me to love
So take my life
and send me above.
I really want to go
how badly you
just
don't
know.
Good-bye my friends
for me,
this is the endâ¦
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