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by Ashleigh Skye May 23, 2005
Sadness, depression /
It's never going to work,
no matter how much I try
people will only laugh,
on the day I chose to die.
But I'm running out of knives,
to help me ease the pain,
cause they always go missing,
when I need to find them again.
They are just doing it to anger me,
not to help me stay,
so I will find an easier method,
to help me fade away.
I find a blood covered blade,
the one I had used before,
hiding in the trash,
just taunting me to do more.
Tonight I wont give them the chance,
to shut the door on my intention,
tonight will be the very last time,
my name they will even mention.
I will not let them help me,
because its not going to do me any good,
especially when they hide my knives,
I feel less and less understood.
With one more little cut,
I wont worry anymore,
cause I wont be thinking about anything,
when I'm lying dead on the floor.
So I calmly hold my breath,
as I press the blade in deep,
never wanting to wake up,
from my self induced sleep.
The blood trickles down my arm,
as a tear falls from my eye,
knowing I won't even be noticed,
and no one will even cry.
My breath is getting short,
my wrists are on fire,
my vision is getting fuzzy,
I've fallen off the wire.
Everything is getting dark,
and I think this is the end,
as the blade falls from my hand,
my one and only friend.
PLZ COMMENT AND VOTE THANX
by My Name Is Mouse
Wow this was great. I read the last paragraph first and made my way up. You get alot of tears out of doing it that way. Still an excellent write. :) keep it up.
by if i told it wouldnt be a secret
i could have sworn i commented on this like wen it came out guess not o well freakin totally awesome poem loved it
by Ashleigh Skye
W0W good poem Lol
I really like your poem. It's fantastic! 5/5 You're really talented!
That is so good!! I really think it relates to me!!
PLZ Coment on mine 2!! THNX