I know ive felt this before, and remember faint thoughts.
Why cant i remember, i get the feeling that im gonna rott.
Damaged were its hard to repair, i dont know when or if to even go.
Thinking about it makes me drop, were i just dont know.
And unsure feeling of betrayal, and O so much lie.
Feelings that make you want to bleed, bleed so much you desprately want to die.
Finding out you tryed to kill yourself, blood dripping off your hand.
Its all ok though, cus it was dripping on my homeland.
Were in the future ill be in the ground ......in the sand.
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Poem / War and Military
Poem / Memoir
Poem / Horror
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