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die

Days go by
I'm all alone
No friends, no loving family
They all call me weird
Most tell me to die.

Each day I'll go home
so alone
And still, those not friends and not family
Will call me a freak
And tell me to die

So one day I'll go home
to be alone
Ignore the nots-
Ignore the names
and thats what i'll do.
~Die~

Drops of Blood
All sizes
All circles
All red
All on the wall
Droplets,oozing
Down the wall, where they hit
From where they landed
When the knife hit me.
Those drops will aid
The end of my life

Thrills

The thirll of watching
Red,Crimson
Bubble up from my skin

The the thrill that comes with
Flowing,seeping
Blood.

The thrill that I feel
as life
Fades into Black

The thrill that I have
because now
I wont feel any pain

The thrill of
never opening
my eyes to see you again

Doors to the soul

Eyes are the doors to the soul
When i look into yours
I see hate.
Hate for me.
But you know I love you?
Yes, I surely do.

My eyes now held love for you
But that was then
My eyes have nothing for you now.
Except Hate.
Yet, now you love me?


These are my crappy poems!
Squee-ness! xd