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Poetry By: Aussieb

The kid that hates his life

Submitted:Aug 24, 2010    Reads: 90    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Im the kid sitting in my room on a sunny day

No one asks me to come out and play

My life is filled with misery and grief

I hate my life, you look at me in disbelief

Im in a black painted room

Sitting in the corner, having nothing to do

I cut myself and bleed my name

The razor touches my skin and I feel the pain

I love the metal as it cuts my skin

Im fine with the pain it puts me in

The blood drops and hits the floor

I wipe it around wanting more

I grab the rope and tie a noose

In your life you have nothing to loose

I slip the noose around my neck

I think to myself what the heck?

Standing on the chair

I keep my head clear

Knocking the chair down onto the floor

My body falls and I live no more


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