I have killed myself again
But this time,
I know why.
Even though it hurts.
But what hurts even worse...
Is the words you spoke out to me.
There's a story in the bottom of this bottle,
And I must empty it to find the truth.
I'll drink it down,
As I cringe because it burns so.
Like a fire set alive.
To eat me.
But I'll find the story of truth as you tell me,
I'm not worth it.
What did you think
Comments
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wow
i loved it.... the power in ur words was awesome!!!!!!
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incredible write
I love this...so use of words...played very well...great piece you have here and it soo speaks the truth...great write keep on writing and keep up the gewd work best of luck tooo yooo
andi
(redhanded)




