Hell is Home ~Poetry~

By TheGirlWhoCriesBlood

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Life at its finest... or not. More

Is She Breathing
A Trend
She Drowned
You're Finally Free
Whichever Way the River Flows
Suicide Note of a Poet
November Wind
Shadow
Parallel Lines
I Call Him JJ
Marble

Hush My Dear

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By TheGirlWhoCriesBlood

Hush my dear,

pick up a razor,

it'll save them the trouble.

Hush my dear,

let your hands shake,

the first cut is scary.

Hush my dear,

the tears need to flow,

your angst needs to be released.

Hush my dear,

press the metal to your skin,

don't be gentle.

Hush my dear,

you can now be happy,

your sorrows are trickling away.

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