I have not had much experience in writing poetry, I have always sort of looked at it as diary of sorts, as way to keep my thoughts in control... well sorta hehe
What a twisted mind
Sick indeed, the way you pray on the innocent is dastardly
The way you destroyed me with your animosity
Yet people never see, they never see the evil in your eyes
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Fall over gasping
Why was she laughing
The pain was unbareable
The knife looked terrible sticking
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She says I have an attitude
I guess she would know
I learned from the best
Thought she should know
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Don't waste your tears
Haven't you learned through the years
Tears don't help when your souls
Been riped out tears don't help so theres
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</>The wind whips at my hair
I lean my head out the window
Pretending I don't have a care
Looking at the night sky as we go flying by
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