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My blade is cold. My wrist is warm.
My blood drips down like a raving storm.
I'm laying here and thinking of dying.
Why am i the only one crying?
I take a glance around the room.
People laugh at my present doom.
Everything goes black and I continue to cry.
This is the part where you laugh and i die.
- by Horn Demon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/11/2009 |
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- Title: Emo Boy
- Artist: Horn Demon
- Description: How i feel...
- Date: 10/11/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- kitharion - 03/21/2011
- I think the best element in this is the simple truth that so many people can identify with, myself being one of them, 5/5.
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- Deathnote1515 - 10/12/2009
- DUDE thats awesome im there thats just wow u rule dude awesome writting
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- Miilae - 10/11/2009
- Wow... I really wish I could help you. This is an amazing poem. I give it 4 1/2 out of five! Very well written!
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