Submissions by Anonymous_Voice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Killer
Sisters in her death bed, i can't do nothing right.
She's fighting for her life while i'm fucking up mine.
I say life's dragging, whilst she's counting down the time.
I see strangers passing and i picture them with a knife, this ain't cos they're killers but my words can't describe, how much pain you're causing when you're ending a life.
So if you're about to judge some one you don't know. you better think twice.
Cos' you could be handing them a gun when suicides on their mind.
OKAY: This is not finished! I would appreciate honest opinions and...
She's fighting for her life while i'm fucking up mine.
I say life's dragging, whilst she's counting down the time.
I see strangers passing and i picture them with a knife, this ain't cos they're killers but my words can't describe, how much pain you're causing when you're ending a life.
So if you're about to judge some one you don't know. you better think twice.
Cos' you could be handing them a gun when suicides on their mind.
OKAY: This is not finished! I would appreciate honest opinions and...
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Just Listen
I am not broken
I am not hurt
You cannot kill me
I have worth
That's what they keep telling me
They tell me to keep repeating
I can live without you
You cannot defeat me.
They do not understand, she was my world.
The girl i would turn to, when everything was wrong.
She would sit and listen, she was the love of my life.
Now my love has gone i have no life.
Now what can i turn to?
Alcohol, drugs and knifes.
I am not hurt
You cannot kill me
I have worth
That's what they keep telling me
They tell me to keep repeating
I can live without you
You cannot defeat me.
They do not understand, she was my world.
The girl i would turn to, when everything was wrong.
She would sit and listen, she was the love of my life.
Now my love has gone i have no life.
Now what can i turn to?
Alcohol, drugs and knifes.
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Mind Creepers
Head hurts
Heads turning
New friends
No learning
You're afraid
Stomachs churning
People whisper
Ears burning
Heart begins to race
Dry mouth, no taste
Their walking closer
One more second, you're sure to faint.
Shit, it's happened again.
Heads turning
New friends
No learning
You're afraid
Stomachs churning
People whisper
Ears burning
Heart begins to race
Dry mouth, no taste
Their walking closer
One more second, you're sure to faint.
Shit, it's happened again.
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