Chris Ivy Poems

I sit wanes again on my bed
With the blade on the led,
Thinking, just do it, end this pain,
I put the blade to my wrist,
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The night I decided to kill myself,
Was very same night I met the girl,
I sat be hide a bush a knife in my hand,
Then I heard crying, I dropped my knife on the land,
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If I dare,
Would anyone care?
If my room went up in flames,
Would anyone be outraged?
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You all look at me with those broken eyes,
You say you like me but I know it’s a lie,
My life is an open book,
But no one can look,
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