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As I lay here,
trying to sleep.
I think of all the possibilities,
but the one that stands
out the most…
is one that involves a knife
and stabbing it into
my fat belly.
I want to see
how much force and pressure,
it would take for the knife,
to slice through my fat
just to pierce my organs.
I’m sure when the knife stills,
and protrudes from my stomach.
It’ll prove just how ugly I am.
But I’m also sure
that the thing that
would “do the job”,
is, of course,
a gunshot wound,
to my face.
- by SilentBlackRoseLovesDeath |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: No Name
- Artist: SilentBlackRoseLovesDeath
- Description: This is one of the many poems that i have no idea wat to put for its name. so please feel free to give me ideas!
- Date: 08/18/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Lovely Loverton - 08/20/2009
- we are our own worse critics in this life...its a very deep poem..and i'm sure there are alot of people that feel that way..i commend you for being able to post that...
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- XbabyXXgurlX5585 - 08/18/2009
- woah that's deep man
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