If life was a piece of poetry I wrote
Life for me would be worse misery
I'd be cutting every day
And crying all the time
Hurting everyone that I love
Living life in a rhyme
If my life was a poem
That wrote
I would have jumped off a building by now
I'd have names and shapes
Carved into my skin
Scars reminding me
Of past sins
If I lived in a poem
I'd be completely alone
No love in my life
Could be ever found
No one would care
That I dived to my death
Plummeting head first
Into the waiting cement
I can't quite decide
If I should be happy or cry
Cause the only thing
In my poems I haven't done
Is end my pathetic life.
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