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Dead like a rose, cut like a wrist
Guarantee I wont be missed
Cold like winter, stale like bread
You’ll be better off when I am dead
Useless like trash, worthless like shit
I am going bit by bit
mean like a bitch, empty like a hole
life is taking its toll
hard like bricks, screwed over like betrail
all I ever do is fail
mad as hell miserable like a rainy day
I dont deserve the suns ray
black as my soul, clumsy like a fall
HONESTLY IM NO GOOD AT ALL

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| Author: Caroline Logan | This poem was posted on 2007/09/18 at 21:41 and is filed under Poems.

One Response to “Untitled”

  1. Min Min says:

    A bit negative but it’s a moment’s thought and now more positive I hope.

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