Ending my life,
Didn't sound so tough.
A cut here,
Or maybe an overdose.
But I tried suffication.
I did it untill I was blue,
And all I saw was black.
I thought that was it.
But I woke up,
All the yelling,
I thought "Did I go to hell?"
But I was already there before,
I just never left.
What do you think, be harsh
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Truth about reality
When I read this all I could keep thinking was YES! Finally, someone else shared the same sentament about life being exactly what it is, hell. My favorite part was the end (lines 9-the end) -
Poems like these make me want to delete all my poems and rewrite them all again. I am not as half as good as you. I dont want to correct anything here
One more thing, remember that a great poet is one that can write a poem that he or she has never experienced before and make it a big hit. It's like acting,you really put ourself there. Your great x You would make me happy if you could read mine and comment x
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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