This poem is dead, as dead as their lives, what i should have said, to my damn razor knife, I can't imagine tomorrow, without the pain and sorrow, They say i'm full of thought, but that's the man they bought, I tried to look at god, and found the biggest fraud, People think they know me, but i'm not who i want to be, This poem is dead, as dead as our lives, what i should have said, to my damn razor knife, Balancing the scales, life was once so frail, I want them all to know, but i don't know how to show, The mother`s touch, must hurt so much, before it can heal, and be truly real, As i walk down this hall, i know someday i'll fall, Love can hurt, but so can hate, love is stronger, but hate last's longer, This poem is dead, as dead as my life, what i should have said, to me; the razor knife.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to express all my feelings at once. It
compiles all my emotions and throws them out in a random
order. It shows all the things I've done to gain peace in
my life. I guess I just had a lot of things to express,
and this is how I did it.
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