I Sit, Stare, Cry, Cut, And Bleed As Dooms Day Comes. Poem by Karolinka bobak
I Sit, Stare, Cry, Cut, And Bleed As Dooms Day Comes.
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I sit
stare
cry
cut
bleed
And all this doing is because of me
Is there a right
Is there a wrong
Is there a heaven or hell
So you see all I do is sit in the dark waiting for him to come
Once he comes I get pushed around and up the wall
So are these the reasons I sit, stare, cry, cut, and bleed
all in the dark?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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