Baby Bird's Poetry
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Things that Need to be Said
So many things that need to be said
So many secrets locked up in my head
Too many problems I need to sort out
As inside my demons let rip and scream out
My fault I've let rip,
My fault they now burn,
My fault she has died
And now it's my turn
Spill out my guts,
Let tears run crimson red,
One more tiny cut
And f*ck it I'm dead.
So many things I'm unable to say,
Too many issues have made me this way
Trapped in a world that no one can see,
I'll smile, grin and take it cuz baby thats me.
by Emily O'Brien
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