No one

by Andrea broken tears   Jul 24, 2005


People don't care
their not really there
I sit here with no one to talk to
and no one who wants to be with
me no guy to love me.
People don't know how to help
they just look at me and
laugh. They don't get it that
I need to end my life so my pain
will cease to exist.
Blood running down my wrist
people don't give a F
I'm getting pale im laying on my
floor.
The blade in my hand blood
down the bed.
I'm slowly drifting in and out
my eyes are hazy the soft sound
of my heart slowly fading
out.
Then all goes blank i am no more
as I lay here on the floor.
You all rush in
like you care
But deep down inside I know that
you don't.
Only one of you really cared but
when you walked in you acted like
you never did.
So when everyone left you came
back in and said im coming with you and now im dead.
So now we lay here together cold on the floor up into the sky and
now it begins to pour for now
its raining for our death.

** there is really no guy out there that would do that for me **

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  • 18 years ago

    by Andrea broken tears

    guess i was wrong about this one
    thnx for the comments guys
    xxxxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Mark

    hey i agree with Kat, and maybe your right why would any1 kill themselves with you, but im sure they would much rather let u bring happiness into their life, rather than end it. take care xxxx

    love mark xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Just Me

    Wow I know how you feel but i bet a lot of people do... i think that my problem your problem and everyones problem is that we have people who care we just refuse to let them... maybe you arent a follower of God but God does care and I know we like just met and all but i care too... it is hard to believe but i do... dont committ suicide because you think no one cares cause i guarentee you those people who rushed in do care evn if you wont believe them... as for guys i know they seem important but they really aren't only you and God can do that... no one but you {and God} can turn you into who you want to be so the question is Andrea who do you want to be... the girl dead on the floor or the girl who puts faith in those who say they care? thanks for the comment and the nameless person is the other side of me...
    stay strong plz/
    *~~Kat~~*

  • 18 years ago

    by Donovan

    Very good poem, and as to your comment. You're wrong.

    My best friend commited suicide a month ago, because his girlfriend slit her wrists. He shot himself in the head right next to Jessica.

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