A poem.
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Thread Topic: A poem.
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Don't scream.
Don't cry.
Pick up your sword and fight.
Tell yourself that fate will not take you today.
Death shall visit another day.
But no,
You have been lied to.
They lied to you.
You have lost concentration and have been stabbed.
Now as you fight to stay awake they laugh as their leader tells you a story.
But wait,
The story is about you,you realize.
But it is too late.
And the darkness takes you.
With your lungs torn and black,
I fight the urdge to laugh.
You wanted me dead so you played pretend.
But who would have guessed that the evil witch was dead?
She's gone forever.
She's out of my head.
She didn't plead.
I didn't scream.
But my eyes flash open.
It was all a dream.
I sigh and at night I close my eyes.
The dream starts over again. -
A tear fell down my cheek.
A poem written on my arm.
And a note in my hand.
Scarlet colored wrists and a blood covered knife.
Looking up at the ceiling I wonder if you still love me.
I wonder if you still care.
Why do you think it's funny to see me in pain?
You say I'm heartless.
But have you seen your reflection lately?
It's you who's heartless.
You don't know how to care.
I can't stand how dissapointed everyone is in me.
But Im used to it.
I can't take how nobody cares how I feel inside.
But I'm used to it.
I hate all your dirty looks and evil glares.
But I'm used to them.
You can talk about me all you want.
I could care less what you think of me.
After all,
Your only making me famous.
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