Just a poem...

Pain...

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I hurt myself today,
All that was good is now dead.
My soul set astray,
And a bullet through my head.

This pain is immense,
I want it all to just go away.
Hence,
I hurt myself today.

Blood pours from my gashes,
As tears pour from my eyes.
Ashes to ashes,
As all that is good dies.

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A/N: Basically, I write poetry when I feel depressed... Though this poem is very short compared to most I've written... Probably because I am tired but cannot sleep... That is annoying...

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