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My Suicide
my suicide
i want to die
by my looks you want to be me
but you dont know i have nights full of endless
bad dreams so i grab the knife here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming sisters crying while im
in my bedroom dieing
now im sitting on my bed with blood running
down my hands im one inch away from being dead
i woke up from this dream and started to cry
that was my suicide
i want to die
by my looks you want to be me
but you dont know i have nights full of endless
bad dreams so i grab the knife here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming sisters crying while im
in my bedroom dieing
now im sitting on my bed with blood running
down my hands im one inch away from being dead
i woke up from this dream and started to cry
that was my suicide
Published 7th Jan 2017
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7th Jan 2017 4:55pm
7th Jan 2017 5:05pm
Your picture is perfect...
I was all like "hell I want to frame that"
Ab fab brilliant!
Your poem is lovely too...
I found myself tied in to it almost immediately...
If I may suggest the central line up here is hurting your marvelous talent. I hope you don't mind I quoted it below just to show you what I mean....
" my suicide
i want to die by my looks
you want to be me
but you don't know
i have nights full of endless bad dreams
so i grab the knife
here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming, sisters crying
while in my bedroom dying
sitting on my bed
blood running
down my hands
im one inch away from being dead
i wake from this dream
and start to cry
that was my suicide
while centring is cool... It often screws up the format of your hard work and dedication. This poem took so much courage to write... I want to bonk formatting on the head with a stick for messing with it.
Hey! You keep writing these things your talent just drips off the page... write on dear poetess
blue skies at you!
Al
-x-
I was all like "hell I want to frame that"
Ab fab brilliant!
Your poem is lovely too...
I found myself tied in to it almost immediately...
If I may suggest the central line up here is hurting your marvelous talent. I hope you don't mind I quoted it below just to show you what I mean....
" my suicide
i want to die by my looks
you want to be me
but you don't know
i have nights full of endless bad dreams
so i grab the knife
here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming, sisters crying
while in my bedroom dying
sitting on my bed
blood running
down my hands
im one inch away from being dead
i wake from this dream
and start to cry
that was my suicide
while centring is cool... It often screws up the format of your hard work and dedication. This poem took so much courage to write... I want to bonk formatting on the head with a stick for messing with it.
Hey! You keep writing these things your talent just drips off the page... write on dear poetess
blue skies at you!
Al
-x-
