My way

by BloodScars   Jan 18, 2005


Cutting my life
only way of mine is the knife

my arm filled with blood
a puddle on the ground like a flood

everyone cries
while my body dies

my face filled with tears
it washes away my fears

making me feel like me
still not letting me be

no one can see
only few have the key

no one will ever care
so i will never share

no one know my dreams
my life filled with screams

my heart is broken
god has spoken

i don't want to try
it is my time to die

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lisa

    This poem is exactly how i feel most of the time. Alone. Keep writing and I'll keep reading.

  • 19 years ago

    by Anna

    its a really good poem... very well writen, but are you sure no one cares? because i sure do .....it might sound cheesy but i sure wouldnt want a great writer like you to give up on life....keep writing n check out some of my stuff xAnnax

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