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Dark clouds
Casting shadows over my hunched form
Who am i...who am i...
freezing skin
Icied to the touch.
Icicles burn my wrist
What will i miss?
Dieing out rain
The headlights in the road
But I'm not caught like a deer.
Twirl, spin, jump, skip
Splashing puddles soak me a bit.
Swimming book
Trying not to drown
Floats down a newly made river
Crying, but making not a sound.
Soaked butterflys
Can't fly anymore
Try and pick themselfs up
And what for?
- by XallXaloneXbrokenX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/31/2009 |
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- Title: Water damage
- Artist: XallXaloneXbrokenX
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Description:
A sad poem. But its not about what it seems, things go deeper than the surface.
its probly really bad.
LOl thats the effect of going to school dressed normal, people treat u nicely. I'm not depressed at the moment so i have no emotion, making writing hard for me >.< - Date: 01/31/2009
- Tags: water damage depressed suicide
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