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I always wondered,

What would have happened.

What if I got shot,

Instead on him.

Maybe I would have died,

But I could have lived.

I know its bad,

To dwell on the past.

Half the time,

Its the only happy thing.

I miss the old me,

Never being like this.

Im depressed all the time,

Staying inside away from the world.

I sometimes even wish,

I had died that night.

I always feel alone,

Even if I'm not.

I have a big hole,

Inside of me somewhere.

I think its getting bigger,

As life goes on.

Maybe one day,

I won't feel like this.

I just wish my guardian angel,

Would help me more.
©2007-2009 ~IDoNotKnow
:iconidonotknow:

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Couldn't sleep one night so I wrote this!

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:iconrebelxxpunk711:
awwwwe! plz get better

i like the poem a lot

--
<small> dave is my drug
it’s a proven fact.
Sometimes knowing yourself too much creates self-loathing.
Everyone has felt it.</small>

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