my body is a cage,
wish i could turn the page,
the pain is off the gage,
wishing i could change the rage,
still unable to turn the page,
fill my body with the hate,
this is not a life i'd rate.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Saturday, 2 April 2011
another poem
Sitting on the bed feeling dead,
The urge is hitting in your head.
You want to see the blood shed,
By pain you are lead,
Even if you’ve never bled,
It’s still not clever is what is said,
Ever lasting scars remain,
There is nothing left to gain.
The urge is hitting in your head.
You want to see the blood shed,
By pain you are lead,
Even if you’ve never bled,
It’s still not clever is what is said,
Ever lasting scars remain,
There is nothing left to gain.
Friday, 1 April 2011
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