One twoA Poem by The poetic child.......one two what to do three four lock the door fix six cry tell your sick seven eight filled with self hate nine ten this is the end one two crying for you three four dont wanna be alive no more five six dying to look like "This" seven eight cant wait to dissapate nine ten depression isnt a trend one two nothing cant get me through three four bleeding on the floor fix six needing my red fix seven eight deaths coming to this date nine ten use a knife needle or pen one two somebodys there for you three four they need you more five six hate seeing you like this seven eight help you through the hate nine ten looking for a new beguining again one two saving you ne two saving you © 2015 The poetic child |
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