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i left my keys 4 my dads house at my moms house so i was outside 4 an hour in the hot sun but wutever, here is 1 of my oldest poems ive written: blinded by my tears, i look for the path, the path of depression and tears of blood. my wounds are not yet healed, my heart is not yet one. i am not alive nor dead but a body filled of sorrow and hate. i lie awake at night asking myself why, why am i here? what is the meaning of this worthless life that i have?i wish i could say sorry to eveyone that i know before i take this sorrow and make the pain go away. i wish i could have lived to the day of my middle school graduation but today is the day i chose to take thisworthless life away.
 show_me_ucare · Wed May 09, 2007 @ 10:45pm · 1 Comments |
