I have a choice to make.
No matter what I choose,
My life is at stake.
No where to run,
No where to hide.
All but me,
Had put away the tears I cried.
All alone.
Me, myself and I.
All my solutions fail,
I don't know why.
My mind is imprisoned,
No bail or toll.
The solitary confindment,
Is eating away at my soul.
So what to choose,
Cross or knife.
One that will get rid of pain,
One that will take my life.
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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoésieA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
