there was a time in my life were i had no desire to carry on.
were every day it rained as red as blood.
pian soaked my bady completly, and felt so very alone.
the tone of the voices that are all around, they cry my name out for all the
while.
so i grab the knife, i cut my self.
feel the numbness over come my body and mind.
i am awaken with every cut i give myself, i feel the blood trinkle down my
fist.
so there was a time when i had no desire to carry on.
were every day it rained as red as blood.






( this peom kind of sucked but then a gain it is like my first written i
just felt like writing what was on my mind so tell me what u think of it.)

 
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