what can i say?
19 male mi
i have been writing poems since i was 9 years old and i love doin it
but my best work only comes out when i am depressed or pissed.sad isnt it?
oh well ill keep on submitting them.
happy reading
I said, see you tomorrow
well I'm still waiting for tomorrow to come
death is an end less problem there is no sum
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The sweat drips
from my knuckles to my nails
the blood still circulates
but the pain never fails.
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Hateful uses of a person's mind
love and security is what you see and hear
but in you heart you will never find
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I look into myself
And what is to behold
I see my heart hopeless
Dark and cold
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