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My grandma has been telling me to take everything day by day. Sometimes, i feel like this is a death each day. A dark poem. Hope it doesn't turn off too many people
Submitted:Jan 23, 2013 Reads: 6 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Each new day
I die a little more
For anything I know
I might as well be
In a dark, haunting,
Cold morgue
I groan within
My nerves are shot
My brain is fried
All within me cries
To just go numb
Why must I drown
In my sorrow?
Lose my sanity
To anger?
The razor calls
My name
I hunger to give in
Because everyday . . .
Is a new death
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