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Ruined
written by MorbidSuicide66611:40 PM 4/21/04Theres a gun under my pillow,
Pills in my pocket,
A blade in my hand,
My decision is made,
My death is all planned out.
An empty bottle on the floor,
Once held alcohol.
Before I go,
I'll mess up my life once more.
A pack of cigarettes,
A lighter to burn with.
I do all within my grasp,
To make it worse.
One last time,
I slice my wrist,
A new scar formed,
As I fall to the floor. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (11-6-2004 - 08:11 PM)
| This poem is like the story of my life. What you described is literally what happened to me one night. Its amazing and yet, reassuring that I'm not alone in this world with the fucked up feelings and actions that I have. Thank you for being honest with who you are and not afraid to express it. |
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