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Stress
written by cutsoffaith08:28 PM 3/13/05As i write my hand quivers,
it comes from all the strain.
All the heartache, all the crshed bones,
Oh all the pain.
Something told me long ago,
do it, no one would care.
And now i see that it's the truth.
i'm alone no one is here.
Would it matter if i went,
where all the bad peple go?
It seems i am one of them anyway,
There's a party, i should show.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
cradled in my own arms.
They can't ee it though,
they can't even see he harm.
Leave me here to die,
because there's nothing you can do.
To put me down anymore,
it's time i start anew.
Can't you see it's my face
that washed away your shae?
But now that i am gone...
who else are you going to blame? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
yeah, i wrote this one a while ago. i just happened to look back on some my work. reminds me why i'm dieng.
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