Pain

by Pink Romance   Feb 25, 2008


To be perfectly honest, i am not afraid of dying.
if this life meant something to me, would i be in this position.?

people call me dingy and stupid. have they ever thought that maybe i would just like to be me. people do not understand i can get serious.

but to think about being serious makes your life go by very slowly. yeah this bothers me, i can't take this world anymore. god created it to be a little chaotic and very disturbing.

but if i die, what makes you think i will make you think i will make it to heaven, everyone does there dirt and some keep it to themselves. sometimes like me. i never hurt anyone but myself.

emotionally, verbally, and physically.

but to get to the point, the only thing stopping me from commenting suicide is that Sharpe blade. if i couldn't feel i would have rapidly drawn that blade across my naked arm. the only thing is, is that PAIN!

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