Rain trickles down the window pain
My life feels unheard, always in vain
Like the blood on my arm
The rain does not wish to harm...
But mines undoubtedly self-inflicted
Time goes by not having fun
Yearning to leave: walk, drive, or run
Pain is not abundant strength
But weakness to an inevitable length
No way to keep going
Unable to turn my life around
Aim for the wrist, fall to the ground
Like an addiction but pain is my drug
Straining for my life, I pull and I tug
Laying down with the deceased
Signing my death warrant, signed and leased.
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Book Full of Emotion- My Poetry
ŞiirPoetry from ME~ You'll like it, I promise. If you don't... forget I ever said ANY of this. 'kay? I love you~!! *mwah* Thank's for reading... if you do! :)
