One last cut,
One last slit.
They call me a slut,
I just want to fit.
One last shout,
One last scream.
I can't live without,
This shattered dream.
One last sob,
One last cry.
This angry mob,
Wants me to die.
One last note,
One last goodbye.
I put these pills down my throat,
And it's time for me to die.
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A book of poetry
ПоэзияThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
