maybe
With eack stroke of the blade against my wrists,I start feeling a little better.
Why do I feel betrayed?
Maybe its because my best friend is with a guy i was trying to get with.
With each hit I'm feeling more free,
Why did I start smoking weed?
I wasn't presured,
Maybe its because of my family.
With each breath I take all i want is to die,
Why do I think like this?
Am I some kind of sick twisted teen?
Or maybe its just my life.
Poetry by elizabeth white
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 14:39
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