Die

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  • Death

    Die

     This feeling that I have
    Is something I can't describe
    It feels like something snapped
    It started with two
    And went to four
    Then I took six
    Still I wanted more
    Only two more pills
    Slowly I start to fade
    I couldn't stop myself
    I took the blade
    And slid it acrossed my wrist
    Everything was blurred
    I didn't feel a thing
    Then I saw blood
    So all I did was smile
    I hope I drown
    And never come up
    So no one else can frown
    I LOVE YOU!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    babyboo1994’s Poems (6)

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    You 0 05/23/2010
    We Are Meant To Be 0 05/23/2010
    only you 0 03/19/2010
    I Miss You 1 02/26/2010
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