Poet of the River Poems

There is a price,
A price to live.
To meet this price,
You have to give.
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Oh tree, Oh tree,
Were art thee?
I am here in my room,
Can you see me?
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who knew playing with a gun could do so much?
I told them I would do it, but my words didn't seem to touch.
I hear them say I won't.
I hear them clap,
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Ultimately its my choice,
my call, my voice.
my final decision,
to pull away,
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I'm holding the knife,
i do not stall.
I'll end my life.
Let the blood fall.
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I sometimes fantasize,
ending my life of pain and lies,
i look down only to realize,
my gun is out of bullets,
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As I lay here in stillness,
letting the sound of my mp3 wash over me,
I cant help but to relax.
The sound of the music washing over me.
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Every night I lay awake soundless in bed,
every night I fear to close my eyes.
I worry if I do, I may see your memory dancing in my head,
and my neighbors to hear my sorrowful longing cries.
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I went down to the river,
so I could drown.
Looking up through the water,
I kept sinking down.
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