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About my poetry.

Just don't copy ok? At least link me back. I wrote all these...so :p!


Lost
I sit alone on my bed
crying
why? is the question
but there is no answer
I stare down at my arm
blood is oozing out of the cuts
the perfectly shaped lines
strectching across my body
in places no one will find
I quickly stuff the knife back
back into the depth of my angry soul
hate consumes me
What have I done?
I can hear my fanily laughing
I wish I could go back to that life
back, back
but I can't
I'm lost
  I Lay On My Bed
I lay on my bed
why can't I cry?
I lay on my bed
why did you die?
I lay on my bed
So many things left unsaid
I lay on my bed
knowing you're dead
I lay on my bed
there is no comfort now
I lay on my bed
I keep thinking how?
I lay on my bed
Why did you have to go?
But it's all over
You're dead
I've lost my best friend
It's all over
I've lost my security
It's all over

All Alone
Sick
and I let the hate for myself
simply grow inside me
while none of my friends suspect a thing
I am alone in this
and that is how I want it

Warped & Twisted by Tana Heath (Ok...this one isn't by me, but my good friend)

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted


Trapped
deep down
lies a horrow
waiting to escape
it keeps pushed down
the smile I show hides him
but my cookie-cutter body binds him
he can't escape
I can't escape
this hell has no exit
my demon



 
   
 

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