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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My mirror breaks, I pick up a shard, But find it bizarre that all I see is nothing but scars, My veins filled with black tar, shaking, beaten and starved, I carve your name to my arm, put the piece to my neck, And yell GOD! Relieve me this is hard, help me touch the stars, I have nothing left, I put you in charge, ing help me god, I am going to do it this time the bars, I am going to escape this mental rape, the subliminal face, All it does is teach me how to drape, get away with my own tape On how to escape, the only thing I’ll miss is ing your face And smoking my vape, Damn this is hard. Say goodbye to all this hate, ing disgrace of a man I was, Couldn’t even get laid through Myspace or even when I had My own place, Damn this is hard. Blood on the wall, on the Floor, I couldn’t take it any more, put my hands to her throat Untill she ing croaks, light my blunt take a few tokes and Watch the smoke provoke the angels coming to take this es Last ounce of soul that I choked. Damn this is hard. The seven angels from heaven leave this , her HP is at 11, now the question is how ed up is my depression, Let me find my weapon to end this obsession, to end my aggression And start my confession, oh I’m the deffinition of a phycopath In submission, Damn this is hard. Nothing more than a lost cause Heading down a lost road, now watch me unload on this hoes face, Reload, bestowed but the explotion of men screaming in agony “ don’t let us in!” sorry boys that it snowed, going beast mode On this hoes face, now it’s sewed. Is this what you meant by putting Back piece by piece? Sewing crease by crease? Reuniting niece by niece? Sorry mommy I tried, I swear I did. Rhyme after rhyme again but all I Could do is crime after crime again, for s sake I feel like a mime Again getting ready to do time again, Damn this is hard. Please god Let this be the last time again. I pick up a shard and see my life again Nothing but bar after bar, everything is white again, sirens in the back Chiming in, Voices in my head pondering, making my brain go wondering. Put the piece to my disease let this black tar race down my white arms, Yeah thats right make me look like Jack Skellington, drop my board Do a kickflip look like Eric Ellington, grab a sub and let the CO watch Me melt again, where this life will go only you will know again. Damn this is hard, But you know what I felt better under your sweater But you kicked me to the curb cause I couldn’t make you wetter, Maybe because you smelt like cheddar and you sweat forever, my Mom never wanted me to wed her, couldn’t decide between salt Or pepper, just forget her. She wasn’t very clever she just ed her Professors, yes master what a ing disaster. Sorry to put you on blast But you spoke about my cock like it was as tall as grass maybe that’s why You finally got slashed, forget the past, watch as I burn your body into Ash. At last, this catastrophe has helped me find my chi, has got me on my Knees starting to believe. I pick up a shard I put it close to my arm and yell GOD! You relieved me, the bars! the ropes! the chokes! This turned my life into a joke too bad WE had to make her croak, yes, you And me finally just blood and my disease.
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