Hiding what I've wanted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I talk about dying and cutting myself. So i don't think young kids should really read this, but if their parents are okay with it, then let the wind blow free.

Submitted: June 05, 2008

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I lay in soft pillows for eternities wait, no breathing at all, thats eternities fate. I cried inside while i bled to death, looking at the incisions on my arm with a final breath. It's cold and I can't see while i lay to die, I hear everyone say their last good-byes. Finally lowering down to six feet under, now no one will have to worry or wonder. How i used to hide my cutting life, Is like a twenty year old learning to ride a bike. No one knew this day would come, while all I heard was an ongoing hum. I found the way that wouldn't make a mess, hanging myself would make it much less. But Im much more careless of the things I do, since there's things that I never outgrew. The next day will be my final breath, as I watch my blood run down my arm and wait for death.


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