Its time.

Its time.

A Poem by Macie Bradley
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Death is calling.

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No words are needed.
Never trust anyone not even a soul.
 When your shadow is gone your dead. 
Your gone time has ran out for you. 
If you hate me kill me.
 No matter how hard you try I'm not dying.
 Can't kill a person if there dead inside their head.
 You can be paralyzed with pain. 
Blind by the darkness.
It's okay to die.
 Tear's of blood.
Why don't anyone understand? 
You can't clear your past memories if you have a broken and damaged mind. 
It's never going to be the same. And never really going to be okay. But remember it can get better.

© 2016 Macie Bradley


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You write of the impending thing that frightens the living.

Shakespeare wrote: "It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come." (Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 2.)

Keep following your inspiration, dear poet, it is unique and refreshing.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on May 27, 2014
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Macie Bradley
Macie Bradley

Jacksonville, FL



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My writings are mostly about romance and darkness that many people including my self have felt recovery the hardest to get but always got to try. more..

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