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My song

Poetry

This is going to be a one part story, maybe more if I feel like it, and I'm going to write a song. Well, I've written the song. I just let my feelings poor into it, and it kind of sucks. Its really short. I'm doing this for a kind of therapy in a wa...

Song two

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by PHD2004

by PHD2004

I think dark thoughts,

I think them lots.

Half the time I want to die,

Forced to lay completely alive.

Death is my savior,

I go there for help.

I cut because of others bad behavior,

I need help.

I wish I could get rid of this,

But it's a part of who I am.

Forced to blow a kiss,

And commit so many sins.

My mother says it's bad for me,

My friends all ask what they've done to me.

I say it wasn't your fault,

You had no say,

I know you really wouldn't hurt me

Intentionally.

I need to stop,

Let the knife drop.

I'm just compelled,

To hurt myself.

l know its not right,

That still won't stop me,

I'm full of if's, when's, maybe's, and might's,

I don't know if I'll ever stop,

I'm like a rock.

Don't want to move,

Don't want to stop,

I gotta go,

And just like that,

I fall to my doom.