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I have always enjoyed poetry. I could never keep a diary as I'm a very inconsistant person. So I decided to keep a "poetry diary" online. This poem was written a loooong time ago. I'm just too lazy to write another one..hehe - the Januaray 1 edition - Thanks! -Ivy

This pain is really killing me,
Oh boy, don't you see?
I need some guidance without delay,
As my skies are turning gray.

I am too weak to stand on my feet,
I was attacked by one big fleet,
I am too weak to even cry,
I don't want to choose the wrong guy.

I've made a mess out of my life,
I've always stood alone, with a knife,
I've been cutting myself all along,
And I've been listening to the wrong song,

There's so much I've regretted I've done,
I know that should have never tried the gun,
When I couldn't even handle a blade,
The scar on me will never fade.

This pain, this love is slaying me,
The torture is taking over gradually,
I fear this pain would never end,
My soul has yet to cure and mend.

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