Bitches!
The thoughts within her head,
Were thoughts she always dread,
Demons she could not escape,
The evil that decided her fate.
Her death was all but fun,
She thought her life was done.
The bitches cost her her life,
Because she thought it was the price.
Now she holds the knife,
Hanging on the edge of her life,
She slipped her head into the rope,
Making everyone pay for her lost hope.
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Poems By Me
A whole bunch of poems that I wrote myself.
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xxDrowningxInxSilencexx
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