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My thoughts get heavy and heavy,
but I can drive them like a working chevy.
The pain don't fill real,
so I cut my self then I shrill.
While I watch the bloode pouring in the sink,
my mom's face goes completely pink.
She dials 911 to get no answer,
she sinks to the floor like an ancor.
I lie on the floor crying and rocking,
while I hear my mom shouting or talking.
These thoughts got lighter and lighter,
while the lights go brighter and brighter.
- by Allen_Demon_Mage_23 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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- Title: Thoughts
- Artist: Allen_Demon_Mage_23
- Description: I wrote this because of my sister is an awsome pome writer and I wanted to try to see if iI can beat her. This is a true story as well, my brother (mike) was in a very depressed state and was thinking about doing this. So I thought about it and came up with this.
- Date: 07/15/2008
- Tags: thought thoughts chevy real shrill
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Comments (6 Comments)
- Allen_Demon_Mage_23 - 07/15/2008
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give this link to all your friends
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- Grusius - 07/15/2008
- not bad
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- zebppir - 07/15/2008
- good poem
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- SNICK SNACK - 07/15/2008
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it was a great story
i dig it - Report As Spam
- Icafi - 07/15/2008
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Beautiful; specially the "while the lights go brighter and brighter"...
I feel pity for your bro - Report As Spam
- Allen_Demon_Mage_23 - 07/15/2008
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Hello, guys please vote all stars then add to fav
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