My Suicide

by Donovan   Jul 24, 2005


The razor leaves horrible scars
Time slows, and I’m seeing stars
Blood is pouring down my arm
My life is ending, with my self-harm
I’m growing frantic, my sanity breaks
I hope to dream, never to wake
At the funeral people ask why
Never knowing the tears I cried
Always behind a smile, they were easy to hide
I was the boy who was always alone
The boy who would hide, and always run home
No one took notice of my sorrow 'til the last
My horrible life, my horrible past

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  • 17 years ago

    by halie

    Wow
    amazing poem
    i can relate big time
    5/5
    you write great poems
    =]

  • 20 years ago

    by ChaoticStreamOfLife

    My goodness, just go ahead and make me cry . . . I loved it . . . it like spocked my heart out man . . . excellent job

    rach

  • 20 years ago

    by Layla

    This poem made me really think of how much you ahould appreciate life I hope you'll be ok stay strong Always

    Layla

  • 20 years ago

    by SuperJenius

    ReaLLy sad ; I know How You Feel
    ~HazE~

  • 20 years ago

    by Sing me another sad song

    hey, great poem, keep the work up!
    -Jessi

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