lindsay birch Poems

by the railway lines she sits
with no-one but herself
slowly and deeply across her arms
with a sharpner blade she cuts
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suicide suicide in my mind
suicide suicide your my kind
suicide suicide i wish i was dead
suicide suicide im lead on my bed
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i hate the winter wind
its just like jack frost
it stings my fingers and my toes
it just like jack frost
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children children scared of guns
children children want thier mums
german bombers are no fun
all the children on the run
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In our darkest hour
we all have inner power
to overcome the hardest thoughts
as well as our own taughts
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when we were little
we were best of friends
laughing and playing
but everything ends
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sat by myself no-one around
lonliness is here sat by my side
as i sit in the quiet room
my mind begins to wonder
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many things we want to say
but the words don't seem to come
when they do it's not the we planned
in our anger we let it rip
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many times i wonder
what the point of life
as it seems to me
that people always suffer
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one thing i've learnt in life
is no-one here for good
they say they are but not for long
lonliness is your only friend
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