My hand moves shakily over the page,
tears falling slowly down my face.
Words of pain sprawled across the page,
my heart running it's very last race.
A name scrawled at the bottom of the page,
a pool of blood looking like lace.
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My Poems
Poetryhey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...
