Crimson blood
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Down,
From all the pain i am to drown.
Slipping a lie across my lips,
Its obvious to see i will not be missed.
I stand now with screams in my head,
Ready to fill my brain with lead.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
