My Train: Poetry is on thee's mind

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*Simply_Fox (01)

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Goodbye
(My suicide lullaby)
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The air is thin
I cannot breathe
Well I can but
I don't want to

I know it's a need
You beg and plead,
Seeing my wrists for
The first time

So I'm saying
Goodbye
Without me alive
Earth will be better

The blood will
Become slick on the floor
I just don't care anymore
To hell I'll go

It's better than here
Drinking underage beers
Sneaking away from life
Under no light

Scissors to my wrists
Are better than this
Better left to die

'Cuz you never got off your throne
To say goodbye
That's how I'll die
Without you by my side

Starlights
(Mints)
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Sweet on my tongue
Minty on my breath
Cool in the wind
Tempting in scent
Mints

Eyes
****
Eyes are the gateway to the soul
A way to view the beauty
Inside

To see the horror
And love
The laughter we crave

For me it's buried deep
So look into my eyes
And get a peek of the true me
 
Pole Boy

The pole he carries
Across his back
Down the hill
Hoping a twig will not crack

His breath should be
White and airy with the wind
But it seems he's not breathing
Yet as I get closer he's growing realer

Blue Yankees cap
Worn jeans that are streaked with mud
Or maybe it's blood
Maybe it's both

For I don't know the boy
In the jacket and hat
The boy in my woods
Just carrying a pole
 
My dad

The tears keep coming
And you keep playing that demented song
Hoping I'll come along

But let me tell you,
You fuck er!

I don't get straight A's
I can't count to 100 without messing up
At least I'll graduate from collage
I have more general knowledge than you ever could

You say I should be thankful
Like I should bow to you
News flash Pop,
This aint your hood

I'm the girl who
Wears Knee Hi's with shorts
Tank tops with toboggans
Gets Cs in math
You can't deal with that

And I have a question?

What if I told you these scars on my wrist were your fault? Or the blood on my hand now?
 
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