This Always Happens At Midnight
Desperation is within my grips
i slowly let it sink in
do you hear my stifled cry
into the midnight hour?
do you feel my dead heart beat make a sound?
listen....
Quietly dear
would you like to know what i went through?
would you even care?
Will you have sympathy for the weak and torn?
My eyes are blurred bby visions of you.
poem by Alyssa Bradford
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Sucidal Tendecies
Suicide, sucide
take me away to a better place
things i see are unknown
Please deprive me of life
and fill me with hate for everyday that i live
suicide, suicide
kills me each and everyday
Suicide, sucide
I wonder is the only way out of my misery
i guess it is....
WAIT! ! ! !
i've made my choice'
I'll scream and cut
instead for cry for help.
poem by Alyssa Bradford
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