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Re: A poem I wrote...
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Originally posted by wood_elf_pansy
Give me feedback.
Death as it is.
As I lie awake thinking of what I've done
Hating myself while lying here with my hand on the gun
I put the gun to my head but still no trigger I pull
I cant kill myself people will think of me as a fool
As I soak in the pool of blood from my loves heart
I realize my life is falling apart
I think again if I should or should not
I'm now getting cold but, on the inside I'm boiling hot
He shouldn't have gone to her place
He shouldn't have lied right to my face
I put the gun back to my head after I rose
I turned and looked out the door then at my blood red toes
I pulled the trigger now lying on the floor
I looked at the ceiling then toward the door
Now I know how he felt when I let him go
My breathing is getting heavy my heart is beating more slow
As I lie awake thinking of what I've done
Hating myself while lying here with my hand on the gun.
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This was written in October of 1998. I was in seventh grade.
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shut off your internal filters...never try to second guess an audience.you have talent,but you gotta let loose.
don't hold anything back when you opt for this subject matter(or any other),true or not.
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray?
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"Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering.
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