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Poetry by Charlie (14)

Stop

lots of pills and other things
yeah that helps , it kills,
kills the thoughts in my head.
sleep in sleep under my bed
the fucking thoughts
the bloody time warps.
wishing death
come to my bed
and kill the thoughts in my bloody head.

dead

    my soul was found
    in a garbage bin
    it no longer could win
    it was filled with sin
    i was all fucked up
    my feelings shut up
    i was crushed i was bloody mushed.
    I,d kill me,
    but i was already dead. they all would stand around my bed
    waiting for me to bloody die!
    can,t you see i,m already dead!

never ending pain

    he said, he said
    yet wat i heard
    was.......sound
    he said, he said
    yet wat i heard was pain
    pain, my pain
    i felt, i felt
    i felt but pain
    wich never ended
    not even NOW!

WHY?

    why i,m so dirty,
    why?
    so imensly cruel.
    why destroy my life?
    i,ll never know clean,
    i,ll never know how
    to love someone
    and give myself,
    all of me....
    i will never know how!!!!!!!

 

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