Dimond Cross Poems

my tears run down, my blood runs down my side. What way should die this time? Pills? Gun shot? Cutting my wrists?
I hear your voice but i know your not there.
Everything is so bright now, but why.
Drowning? Jumping? hanging?
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Black lipstick, stockings, red hair, smoky eyes.
Me.
Pig tails, mini skirt, heels, bloody arms and legs.
Alli.
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Gone...
although it was never there...
it broke...
I hid it and it was stolen...
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