My Bleeding Soul

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    My Bleeding Soul

    Im standing here, with a knife in hand
    About to end it all, when i ask myself.
            "Wats worth living for?"
    and then i start to think of you
    and how mappy you make me
    i remember all the good times we had
    when all the bad times come rushing in
    and when the blade peirces my skin
    i start to cry as the blood rushes down my body
    i whisper im sorry in the darkness
    wishing you were here
    to make it all go away with your special touch
    but ive pushed you away so much
    that i doubt you would if you could
    so i lay here crying
    searching for a reason to live agian

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Yoda413’s Poems (22)

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    My Bleeding Soul 0
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    Summer 0
    Why? 2
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    I Told You 0
    Alone 0
    Already There 1
    Broken Heart 1
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    Friends 0
    Alive 0
    The Day 1
    My Love 0