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She sits alone
Trapped in her anguish
The cold feeling of
Lost hope and misery
Living her eternal nightmare
Called "Life"
But how can she be alive
When she feels so dead inside?
The only thing keeping her by
Is the deady practice she's come to trust
Digging into her skin
Letting the jet black feeling Rain down in crimson
Creating a design of pathetic scars
Hoping to cut this misery short
Without ending the fragment of life
She has to call her own
- by blink-THIS |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/07/2009 |
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- Title: Cut it Short
- Artist: blink-THIS
- Description: An old poem that i found from a few months ago. I used to think that I was "dead" for a few months. It was a horrible time of my life. Now reading this poetry, I just laugh at myself for being dramatic...until I remember that pain I used to feel in my chest everyday, making it impossible to even smile...
- Date: 09/07/2009
- Tags: short
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