This Hell.

A Poem by Mike The Zero

Sitting Here Alone In This Hell of Mine.

Razor Blade Glide’s Across My Skin .

Blood Start’s To Slowly Pour Out Of It.

Sitting Here High In This Hell Of Mine.

Handful Of Pills And A Baggie Of White

Powder In My Pocket. Now I Slip Away

From This Hell Of Mine For Hours.

Watching The Shadows Dance On My

Wall. Wakening Up To Another Day

Of Not Remembering What Happened

Last Night. When Will This Hell End.

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When you stop feeling sorry for yourself and take control

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Added on August 5, 2008

Name : Mike. Age : 17 I Would Be Mike. I Live In Hampstead North Carolina. If You Would Like To Know More Ask Me more..

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