done.

A Poem by kaylynn wright

Bottles empty on the floor,

Pain washes through my body,

blood drips from my fingertips,

leaving tracks on my flesh,

screams escaping from my lips,

are never answered,

sleep is calling,

will i answer?

© 2010 kaylynn wright

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Added on August 12, 2010
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kaylynn wright

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i dont write about stuff to make people feel sorry for me, i write it because thats how i feel. you can say what you want about my poems but they are the words to my life i cannot speak out loud, yes .. more..

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