WHY?
I lay here chatting everyday
and yet im here,no words to say
My life's ok as it seems
Except id love to live my dreams
To be the one,the one to be
With that girl that's in my dreams
Pretty,smart,happy,grand
Whats the point im just bland
Is she here?,I want to know
So our hearts can meet and glow
My poems point,has none though
My heart its self is beating slow
Its stopping now,without her here
the end of life is drawing near
Please help i beg and plead
before my wrists start to bleed
Why? i scream,WHY? indeed
Cant i pick a place to plant the seed
LOVE i'll grow from this seed
and nevermore will i bleed
from the fruit of truth i take a bite
As i swallow it makes things right.
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