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Broken Soul

If I were to take a knife

to my veins tonight,

no one would know.

If I were to take a bullet

to my head tonight,

no one would notice.

If I were to die tonight

no one would realize,

because no one

pays attention

to the broken soul.

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Tina Moore

really sad piece .worse when no-one notice's but as long as you notice yourself somethings wrong then a battle begins to fight for your freedom inside .rise and win it!!  been there and realized its all down to one person to go forward ,yourself.keep on going up !!   tina x

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Haley Grages

I hope this is just an artistic interpretation, if not, you are NOT Alone! God love you!

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Paul Carroll

enoyed that  really good and sad keep writing  well done 

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Louise Carroll

HeyTaylor, you did a good job with this poem, beautiful, full of emotion and raw. You have a talent for sure and i would encourage you to keep writing. I found writing a great release when i was younger and going through stuff, it was a way of getting it out. 

I am hoping that this is just an interpretation Taylor and not your real life, if it is real, then please talk it out, write it out and know how your value. Looking at your video you are a beautiful young girl with buckets of talent and so much to give to the world. Keep going and never give up. 

We all noticed your poem :)  and its great. x

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Taylor Surenkamp

Thank you everyone :) Yes it is how I feel in real life but I am getting better. I am glad though everyone enjoys this :)

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