Trying hard to fight through the hurt, but it just won't work. I've been gone for far to long. I try fighting the pain, but it only gets worse.. I scream as I lie here on the floor and bleed. I lay broken, and alone, somebody save me from this hell called home. Crimson stains on my arms and the floor all around me. I hear someone call out to me, but it's too late, the blade went too deep this time. I just bled my last drop. I am all alone now, in the dark, and in the cold.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is just a book of poems I have wrote, and people I know have wrote. If you have a poem, and are willing to let me upload it in my book, let me know, and I will upload it, giving you 100% full credit.
