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Tree's, bushes, too much green crickets, critters crawl around a flurry of noises but too little sound all this green is a suffocating plastic..

Knife, blood, gun, pills, razor…death: They’re all such pretty words. Don’t you think? I think so. I could think of many more, too...

My eyes shot open with anger. “Frank!” I heard the same old call from down the hallway, “It’s three in the morning. Go back..

I am a failure a good for nothing f**k up just kill me now please

sigh. It's sad that I feel the need to post this.

Tell me would you please Is there anything I can do that i don't screw up, cause geez I don't have a clue.

A dark, desolate place I’m trapped in this canvas You dab, dab, dab away At your broken alice cause I’m not in wonderland you tra..

Words Hurt. This poem really needs nothing more than that. Two words complete the whole thing.

Your all I could ever wish for . You always make me smile . No matter what . Even if your the one who made me frown; made my tears fall down . Y..