Poems By Me
Yes I wrote these, .. It Comes with ease... But in ways I still hold back,.... Are you sure you want to see the real me?

Death By:Me

Death is scary
Scary as conspiracy
Conspiracys are tremendous
Tremendous like crime but endless
Endless like the screams of the victim
Victims are helpless
Helpless as the mind of the murderer
The murderer sees through your eyes
Eyes of pain and confusion
Confusion twists your mind
Minds are fragile
Fragile as your heart
Hearts bleed with sorrow
Sorrow is lost
Lost as your soul
Souls raped of thier life
Life is what you used to like
Like leads to love
Love leads to hate
Hate leads to pain
Pain leads to death.

Take This Knife By: Me :)

Take this knife,
And slit yourself until you cry,
The pain you have givin me still can't even compare,
Take this knife,
And stab yourself by how many times you lied,
This still wouldin't be fair,
Because no matter how many times,
You think you can stop making me cry,
It will always be you,
That makes me want to die.

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I AM Deep thinker. Depressing writer (most of the time). Sensitive. C.r.e.a.t.i.v.e.

Likes:

Death; Murder; Conspiracy; Suicide; =0 =)

FEELING Happy

◦Ŧђєяє øηçє wαş α gįŗł, şђє şυffєяєđ fŗøм α şįçĸηєşş, ђєя мøυţђ wαş đįşţøяţєđ wįţђ яαżøя şђαяр ĸįşşєş. Ŧяįєđ ţø ряєţєηđ įţ wαş αłł įη ђєя мįηd, вєçαυşє ηø øηє çøυłđ єνєη şєє, ţђє рαįη įη ђєя єγєş Į'м gøįηg ţø đяαw α рįçţυяє, Į'łł đяαw įţ ŵįţђ α ţwįşţ, Į'łł đяαw įţ ŵįţђ α яαżøя вłαđє, Į'łł đяαw įţ øη мγ wяįşţ, αηđ įf Į đяαw çøяяєçţłγ, α яєđ føυηţαįη wįłł αррєαя. Wαşђįηg αwαγ мγ şøяяøw, wαşђįηg αwαγ мγ fєαя.◦

Favorite Books
1st To Die - John Patterson
That's about all Iv'e read so far =0






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My peoms, my words, my thoughts, my place to bitch, whine, moan, dream, think, feel, cuss, do whatever I like, pretty much. Dont like it? Click the X in the corner. Thank you very much. <3

Suicidal Urge - Annonymus

Laying on the ground,
fighting the urge to cry.
I try to be strong,
but i just want to die.
I hold the blade in my hand,
feeling the coldness of the metal.
Pressing it against my skin,
I wait for my nerves to settle.
Dropping the blade,
no harm is done.
It would be too much pain,
So I reach for the gun.




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