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Done with the hands of a broken artist. Lying lifeless and black hearted. They say I don't know anything at all, I haven't felt the pain, so the..

Hiding alone, depressed never shown. Lying in the blood that was self inflicted, no regrets her fate has been written. She wanted it painful, slow..

Bleed inside, but never out You ask me what the pain’s about The world is cruel, cold and mean And I offer my neck to the guillotine, Just t..

Anti Valentine. Swing sets rock back and fourt. you touch my hand and I touch yours. I feel your breath and you feel mine. Too bad your my a..

finally a semi happy poem.

This si to my frined, who is going through the worst time, and she deserves nothing of it. Its not very much like poetry, but I tried.

I don't want critism on this, because its a true story, and I was unhappy when I wrote this.

It starts off bad, but gets better.. I think

Its short I know

Depressing