onimicA Poem by Lucyouch. :'(If my mother calls, tell her I'm dead My ugliness has finally expired Because she left my heart unfed I was never what she desired I guess it's good that I'm now dead
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm DEAD!!!
And not figuratively speaking I meant everything I said From my wrists, my blood is leaking I'm sure you're happy that I've died I was never meant to be And as I exhale my final sigh My only wish is that you had loved me © 2008 LucyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2008 Last Updated on February 20, 2008 AuthorLucyAboutMy heart is a creator of ideas and feelings, my mind is paint that has been mixed together and lacks organization, and my fingers are the paintbrushes and the skill that needs developing in order to m.. more..Writing
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