Somewhat rhymed:
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One... Two... Three...
Slide the silver, blood-stained blade across me
Four... Five... Six...
Trying desperately for my soul to fix
Seven... Eight... Nine...
I tell everyone I know, even the strangers, I'm just fine
Ten... Eleven... Twelve...
I try oh so hard to save me from myself
Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen...
I know people tell me that I am only just a teen
Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen...
But two worlds in which I will always lay between
Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-one
So congratulations my enemies, you have won
Twenty-two... Twenty-three... Twenty-four...
Blood now runs from chest, laying dead on the cold floor
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Stand Alone
PoetryA collection of poems that are deeply connected to my heart. They all mean the world to me. These poems are my life.
