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.

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by Emily O'Brien

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