The End

by The-Blood-Vile   Sep 28, 2005


Hiding from her life,
just not enough might,
wanting to take the knife,
she's too weak to fight.

Her heart starts to race,
as she takes to fate,
white as a sheet, turned her face,
for death was the rate,
to her terrible fate.

As the blood slowly drips,
the pain to this life decreased.
Her heart beginnings to rip,
a puzzle, one thousand pieced.

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  • 18 years ago

    by matthew+haillz=forever

    I like this 1 2

  • 18 years ago

    by I WhoWhatNow

    Wow you really are deep, that is so cool! You're really good at this, in fact you rock! Ttyl!

  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Thanku for directing me to your poems, i am adding you to my favourites coz your poetry is rocking and i really feel your pain

    there is soemthing about the way you structure it that allows the reader to feel the pain in your writing, amazing work, really.
    -Suzie

  • 18 years ago

    by Juls

    I really like it..it short but I understand the point . Its good,keep up the great work 5/5
    Juls

  • 18 years ago

    by nadsyy

    Aww hun dis is so sad bought a tear to ma cheek... but i hope u get beta kk so tc hun
    mwa always here for ya xoxo
    luv dia

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