Silent Suicide

by Jessee   Jul 12, 2005


The girls sits quietly in her room,
in her hand she holds the cold, shiny blade,
thinks to herself that if she pushed it into her wrist,
it would end all of her pain-her life,
no more fake friends,
no more thinking and crying over him,
she lays the blade on her vein and.... slowly dies there on her floor.

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  • 18 years ago

    by (*andrea*hurtinside*)

    I love it its awosme and under stand it too

  • 18 years ago

    by BECLiKEW0AHH

    hay.. good poem.. well written.. i like it.. bec.. .x.x.