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My Death

By SilverWolf13

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Tears burn my face as they run down. Pouring from my eyes passing by my frown. Dripping to the floor, splashing in alarm, mixing with the blood, that runs from my arm. Silent screams burst from my lips and shatter glass all around. But my screams are unheard, and they collapse to the ground. They join the tears, and they join the blood. You can hear my lungs gasp for breath, and my heart begin to thud. I have no life left, I'm drifting away, I've lost everything I had and I've no reason to stay. So I smile as I bleed and I smile as I cry. I'm relieved no one hears and maybe I'll be happy when I die Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 04:09 PM PST   0 • 1

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