to whom it may concern......
dear sir or madam......
whats wrong with poetry these days....
afraid to get personal
to willing to preserve comfort bubbles..
get in my face
check my mollars...
pop the bubble

burst threw comfort zones
cry, scream......assume away!..
get in the heads and hearts of those that make you fray...
unravel the truth
nibble nuckles..

to whom it may concern....
im willing to slit my wrists now...
not my first choice but with poetry these days
pain threw the wrists seams to be the most popular way ......

to whom it may concern..
iv concidered hanging as an altomative....
not as popular but gets the point across
to whom it may concern...
i cry out to (whom) ever....
break the cycle....
die poeticly another way....
sliting wont prove to be as effective as promised threw the eyes of troubled
youth these days....
write sad......write to die......but dont die...just for the sake of
writing.....preserve death another way.


 
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