Fire,
Tired,
Lying,
Dying,
Everything I've been through,
Is just a another fall through.
Slicing,
Through my problems.
Seems like a good way to go.
I'm fighting..
All the voices,
But they live in my head.
Today is the day,
Where it all ends.
I cease to exist,
And the voices will end.
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My poems
FantasyThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
