Reader Poetry
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Submitted by Donna from Sedona Arizona USA Erase Trying to stay alive,waiting for the good times to arive.Is it supposed to be this way?Or is this just a normal day?What's the point in self indulgence?It just takes away your time,it just misrepresents.Alone in your room,while out in the hall,they just presume that your slicing your wrists;your just calling it quits.As if life is too much to handle,so they light that white candle as your body is lowered into the ground.Did you hear me?Are you listening?Do you need another round of warm whisky?Do you want to take that gun and shove it in my face?Do you want to be erased?Kiss this life goodbye,just through your things out and deny everything that you ever did.Hide behind the blood of it.Hit the floor,repent your sins.Pray that your god descends.Hope that he realy exists,otherwise get ready for the never ending abyss.
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