Friday, 25 March 2011

poem

Im fading
sick of complaining.

life likes to throw bricks
why not put self harm in the mix?

some find it is a fix
a way to escape life's unwanted kicks.
it's not like i use a knife

I still wanna live my life,
might live to be a wife.
fight on for the hope,
but you may never learn how to cope.

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