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Jul 2015
Rip my soul and wipe me clean,
let me know I'm not just another tragedy.
We push and pull, I know I'm a fool.
Fighting and scratching,
for a game I'll lose.
Hang me from a tree,
my feet dangling high above the ground,
be careful, I tell you, don't make a sound.  

Whispering in hushed tones,
they only ever talk to me when I'm alone.
You aren't worth it, they say.
I'm better of dead, I say.
Let the voices in my head, swallow me whole
Nothing's left of me, I'm trap in a deep hole.

No one ever cares, unless you're beauty
Or dead.
Take one step further,
an inch closer.
Falling from the cliff,
gravity didn't seem as heavy as it did.
I'm flying, flying.
Out of consciousness,
I'm dying.
I haven't really done a great job at writing poems recently and the last one I've written was probably a month or so ago. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one though. It's been a long time since I've written a poem like this too. Don't forget to like and leave a comment about what you think of my poem. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, we always need to learn a thing or two. Also, follow me and message me anytime. Thanks as always :)
stacey renei
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