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All these poems, unless otherwise stated, were written by me. they're © by me.
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Bleed
Copyright © 2001 Rose
The red, so clean, so tempting.
The liquid I'm so used to seeing.
In everyone's life, you can't live without it.
Too much is lost, the candle of death is lit.
I see it so much, pouring out.
To the world: "Life is meaningless," I shout.
The cover is so firm, so strong.
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All The Time
Copyright © 2001 Rose
All the time, I'm so alone
When you're supposed to be my friend
All the time, you're never there
When you're supposed to be 'till the very end
All the time, you lie to me
When you're supposed to be true
All the time, I think of death from a knife
When helping is what you should do
All the time, I'm dieing slowly
And all you do is lie
All the time, I can't be alone
And you just wonder why
All the time, I'm stained with blood
But my mother's never there
All the time, I need help
But my friends just don't care
All the time, I must admit
I never trusted you
All the time, I'll tell you now
I would've backstabbed too...
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Nothing
Copyright © 2001 Rose
Nothing is all that I have and know
Nothing is all that I can show
Nothing is how I always feel
Nothing, because I know that I can't deal
Nothing is the face that I show to all
Nothing is the word that my mind always calls
Nothing is how I survive all day
Nothing is the only way
Nothing is every single thing
Nothing is how I spread my wings
NOTHING IS THE BEING OF EXISTENCE SUCCUMB INTO IT
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Disappear
Copyright © 2000 7th_PaRaDoX
I'm gonna paint a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll paint it with a razor
I'll paint it on my wrist
And in this magical picture
A fountain will appear
And in this bloody fountain
I will disappear...
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Back Again
Copyright © 2001 Rose
For a while, I was happy
For once, I didn’t want to die
How I wish I had that back again
Looks like I was living a lie
For a short time, I had a life
I was carefree, didn’t worry at all
Now I’m Broken, yet again
I tripped and took another fall
I should’ve known it wouldn’t last
I should’ve known that this would end
I should’ve been prepared to face this hell
I should’ve seen that I’d be back again
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