I want my suicide to be the book you write but never finish

I want my suicide to be the book you write but never finish

A Poem by Paula Blank

what secretive wars are we waitin for as we hide behind our closet doors?
so what were all w****s
its not like what were doing is wrong
noone asked us to play god
just listen
move around to another position
follow the leader cause you dont have anywhere better to go
repeat what i say it doesnt matter what you know
were canceling your contract
come just ride along
come and ride around with me all day long
with your legs spread wider then the girls in your dads magazine
just pretend like what your doing is really willingly
slip yourself someore codine
i promise you nobodys looking
dont think about last night
just get drunk until the world around you is out of sight
its always out of reach
just hold on to those memories and suck the in as if you were a leech
i can make this work cause im loosing my mind
who knows maybe i can be president this time
if i come out from behind those closet doors
if i come out
never
ever
ever leave me
stay with me locked away
leave me and your nolonger safe

© 2008 Paula Blank


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Added on May 18, 2008

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Paula Blank
Paula Blank

Las Vegas, NV



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I am Paula Blank, Im a young breed of poet... I love reading and writing, out door events and moshpitting, i love punk black metal mello classical and insturmental music, I love drawing and yoga as we.. more..

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