Thoughts of Suicide
my eyes tear blood upon these dark mellow cheeks.
These hairs that sit upon my skin are scared;what i once wrote in a diary
every day that passes i die inside,im no longer apart of this life
kill me now,words i would only dream of, as if death were creeping next to me
the person who i pretend to be walk the halls , she blends in with conversation
blurry isles lead me to damaged roads, i stumble on my own fears
running gets me no where, shawdows dare to to hide their face.
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