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Let It End


There's no reason for me to be here Isn't that clear It'd be better if I was gone You say you need me You'll only miss me That's all it would be So don't be sad Don't be mad This is what I want It's just that blunt With this blade at my wrist Blood dripping down Right into my fist So please don't frown I'm just dead I'm gonna paint my body red Using no more than my blood Soon I'll be buried under all that mud I'm lying so far from the sun I'm sorry hun But I'm cold I'm frozen I am broken So please don't cry cause this is my goodbye At my funeral there will be rain From all the tears and pain The knife in my hand I hope you understand Soon I'll lie here dead Covered in red
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Jacob Mills

I'm a young poet. I am looking forward to graduating in 2016. I write a lot of poetry and I have even created a poetry page on Facebook. I am looking forward to proving my creativity and go to college.

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