Why must she go and play with my mind
She just doesn't understand how hard this for me
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All she does is play with my heart
My happiness she carries around like groceries in a cart
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My love both a burden and my only relief
You bring me my strongest emotion and unshakeable ambition
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Suicide
Slowly the wrist is bared
The child feeling so small so scared
He pulls out the shining blade and with but a twitch
His life begins to fade
I love your poems, being a writer myself I can see that you are a complete natural at this. Your poems are short but they have so much meaning to them! Keep writing, you are a very talented individual! =)