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this poem

as the sun sets down on this day
in my bed is where i lay
with my razor in my hand
ready just t take a stand
the blade goes in my wrist
the blood starts to flow
i smile since all i know is
the blood is all my worries
but i cant stop crying
because i know I'm dieing
no one hears my muffled cry
my life will soon slip by
I'm sorry i didn't try everyone
the blade went to deep...





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Dreamer7697 said...
Apr. 26, 2012 at 11:53 pm
First of all I want to say I like your name. I'm mexican as well so I can relate or at least my familia can haha . I like this how you put emotion through every word . Its a sad poem but so many can relate . Know you don't have to answer this question cause its personal but Do you do this? cut i mean? If you do I'm here for you. Even though I'm stranger o_o anyways 5 stars!
 
Crazymexican replied...
Apr. 27, 2012 at 4:51 pm
I do not cut anymore and thanks. I have done poems ranging from all sorts of things but I do these poems because of my past experience.
 
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