yes i love poetry an poetry is my life its wat i think an who i am i live with my pen in hand i started to write when i was bout 13 but got more into it when i was 14 as that was the first year i went to scool, annd that was hard that accounts for all my bad an suicidel poems but since then i hav come far an now write both good and bad and have my life on track if you ask why i have alot of poems to my dad thats becos i hav had many troubles with him an for a time he didnt want to see me yea that hurt i shall ever continue to write poetry and hope one dai it takes me somewhere in life.... if you have any questions just send me a message cya all luv foxiibabii
The story of my life
Is more then I like to share
So many secrets
It may look like I don’t care
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Help me please I need it I am hurting quite a bit.
My broken heart is crying my wounded soul is dieing.
Razor blade it chases me, it will not let me be.
He tells me I’m not worth a thing with an evil ring.
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Oh sweet shiny razor blade with u my pain begins to fade
I love to feel your cold sharp edge on which my life does wedge
Oh to feel u on my skin can’t wait for u to begin
On you I so much rely I hold u tight when I cry
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What do you do when it all feels so strange?
Growing up so soon and fast in this world to change
I am not a child any more way beyond that now
Feeling like an adult but I am not quite somehow
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A wounded heart a broken soul
what do u do to fill that hole
Do u cover and hide
Or open your life wide
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