HelpA Poem by landofthedeadDo you know how lonely This life of hers is? With passing thoughts of her death
She hates her own life She cannot think of anything else She would rather cut with this knife but her own bare skin
Do you know whats bloody? You never seem them but instead You abuse her with hard fists
Do you have anything to protect her? This girl is special to me I know this girl well Because this girl is me © 2011 landofthedead |
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landofthedeadMDAboutHi! I love to write poems, though they are mostly about my life and most likely will not rhyme. I am 13 years old with bipolar depression. I really don't have a drive to my writings and such but I gue.. more..Writing
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