Linda Brooks

What is blood?
It's the thing you write with,
the stuff we spill not caring whose it is,
only that we need our fill of it like a tick needs it to live.
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Suicide its something I haven't thought of before,
People say it releases your pain,
I didn't know before but I think they might be right.
I decided I wanted to end my life,
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I'm sitting thinking what to do,
My eyes hardly open I can prove it too.
Brain storming
There is a storm in my head that won't die down.
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Scar, you mark me,
You disgust me,
You explain me,
Even though you might scare me,
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I thought of you,
Expected you.
You made me think I loved you,
Still you were unexpected.
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Beaten and burned,

Hurt and Alone,
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Different clothes
Different hair
Different face
Different me
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Laughter in a faded dream
From memories long forgotten
Images you cannot forget.
Stained forever in a clouded mind
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I hear words I can’t understand
My heart pounds in my ears
My blood turns to ice
My body is frozen
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A sleeping moment
A heavy head
I smell Grandmas cooking
My stomach growls
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I didn't do it,
It was all you,
I loved you even helped you,
But you didn't care nor dare to share.
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Love is hate one and the same, they cause pain
Many don't get what they want,
The pain of it haunts, regardless of my thoughts.
Alone and small, with no one around.
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I look around with nothing there,
When I start to stare into the dark dispare,
there is no one there.
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