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by Mira Jan 15, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I look down at myself Lying on the floor Trying to picture another way Trying to see something deeper Realizing that it is useless I look down at myself Lying on the floor Throat slit Blood spilled Dead I look down at myself A moment before Waiting for a sign to stop Not wanting to go through with it Knowing I should I look down at myself A moment before Remembering the hurt Holding the knife Wishing I had a gun instead I look down at myself As people walk by the coffin Seeing the tears Noting the shock Hoping they won't whither, but realize my pain
by Red Charm
good poem