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Poetry By: mayigiveyoumyheart
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It's just what I felt. I just wrote. No rough draft, no rhyming, nothing. It just... is.


Submitted:Aug 23, 2009    Reads: 35    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I am so confused

Thoughts swimming in my head that form something unrealistic

How does a person say goodbye

When doing so would kill the other?

Why do tears flow mercilessly

Untill I feel I am nothing,

Just dried up, and sniffling.

Ten thousand tears come out

But that is just the beginning,

Just a taste of how many I can shed.

Why do razors against my skin feel like feathers?

Where is the pain?

I needed that to know I was alive,

Where is it??

Tears of salt and blood of veins...

Make me feel alive?





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