I am a pretty simple person. I am easy to get along with and I am more a fan of poetry than a poet. However I sometimes get the urge to write even if they aren't so good.
Who am I, it’s not who you see.
Not the person at school
Not who you want me to be.
I wish I could show you the person inside
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The burning, the bleeding,
This is what comes with every slice
The relief, the satisfaction
That’s what comes from the knife.
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I hear one speak of tears and sorrow.
I hear one speak of no tomorrow
You speak of crying while you fell.
You don't know what tears are until you've been to my side of hell.
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Your words tear my flesh
Cut by cut drip by drip
Your looks slit my wrists
Better than I ever did
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