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No words coming out
Of my alabaster fingertips
Blood red pain on my fingernails
Trying to forget everything
Nothings happening
And I don't really care
For I just exist here
And I"m just alone here
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No words coming out
Of my alabaster fingertips
Timeless time just passing by
Through the hourglass of my hazy eyes
The sand is running out
My time is running out
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No words coming out
Of my alabaster fingertips
Bloodied blank eyes
Mine studying yours
Your beautiful forest green eyes
I can't handle this
You"re too beautiful
Too perfect
A god compared to me
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No words coming out
Of my alabaster fingertips
This poem is about five word changes away from a suicide note. Are you truly that sad and that down on yourself? To make anyone a god compared to yourself shows that you don't think highly of your self and thats a shame. Someone like yourself who has so much poetic talent, you should think more of yourself, you surely have so much more to offer through the art of your finger tips that, while you protest it, are writing so much more than nothing.
Ya. That is really nice of you. It is close to a suicide note. Because when I am depressed I write, it's my way of getting it out. It's better than hurting myself isn't it. And the god thing, thats something that I dont think is appropriate here.