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A poem I wrote...
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Death as it is.
As I lie awake thinking of what I've done
Hating myself while lying here with my hand on the gun
I put the gun to my head but still no trigger I pull
I cant kill myself people will think of me as a fool
As I soak in the pool of blood from my loves heart
I realize my life is falling apart
I think again if I should or should not
I'm now getting cold but, on the inside I'm boiling hot
He shouldn't have gone to her place
He shouldn't have lied right to my face
I put the gun back to my head after I rose
I turned and looked out the door then at my blood red toes
I pulled the trigger now lying on the floor
I looked at the ceiling then toward the door
Now I know how he felt when I let him go
My breathing is getting heavy my heart is beating more slow
As I lie awake thinking of what I've done
Hating myself while lying here with my hand on the gun.
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This was written in October of 1998. I was in seventh grade.
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Life may be hard and you may get scared,
But, that is how it is so, be prepared.
I want you to know that the world is mean,
On the other side of the fence, grass isn't always green.
Look to a friend or someone you trust,
Holding them close is kind of a must.
You'll need to be strong and not too proud,
If you are afraid, just get loud.
Stand up for what it is you believe,
If you fail, dont give up and leave.
Be yourself and don't let anyone change you,
To yourself always, and I mean always, stay true.
Follow your heart where ever it leads,
But, remember life goes on when it bleeds.
No matter what happens I will always care,
Give up on you is something I wouldn't dare.
"Everybody needs a little wood"
peace and out... ~The Wood
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