Dead Poetic Poems

I’m done with this knife I’m done with this blade
I can’t keep living in this masquerade.
I can change my life and make it fun
So with that depression I am done
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Anger is uncalled for most of the time.
Anger is only human in our society.
Anger is okay but not wanted.
Anger is present in everyone’s life.
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I don’t know what to do so much is going on
At times my life just feels like a con
I want it to stop I just want to be
So why do bad things happen to me?
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What happens when you feel dead inside?
Do curl up in a ball and hide?
Do you simply let the tears fall,
Or never cry at all?
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Oh, Lord, take me away
Take me away this very day
I can’t stand the pain
Of my heart being slain
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Slipping through frail fingers,
Fading quickly, grasp to hold on.
Pale aquaintance of the shivering wind,
Will make the heart beat faster.
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They say they here
They say they near
But then they leave
I was so naïve
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I thought we were fine.
I thought you were mine.
How could you leave?
Why was I so naïve?
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He breaks my heart everyday and doesn’t know
I loved him so much and then he let me go
He says I can do better but I don’t think that’s true
I want him back, what am I supposed to do?
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She seems so quiet yet her plea is loud
She’s never noticed, even in the smallest of crowds.
Roll, roll, rolling through he motions as if she is not here.
What she doesn’t know is hope is near.
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