I drew a nice little heart on my wrist,
I try to tell myself that it will be missed,
So this cute little heart stops me from leaving,
But everyday you give me another reason..
A reason to wash away this cute little heart,
And cut a nice little line down my wrist,
So that I can just say goodbye..
As the tears fall down,
And the blade hits the ground,
I'm left wondering why?
Why did you not help me?
Why did you not catch me..
When i started to fall?
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Diary of the Midnight Rider
Only a meager glimpse into the wanderings of my mind, and the works that such wanderings create when written with a pen.
Editors note: Many of these poems, and thoughts, come without a date; however most of these aren't too recent. Alot of this st
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