EDGE OF SUICIDE

by Witchblade15   Jan 7, 2006


In a broken home
she sit and cry
sometimes she wishes
she can melt or die
If only she was made with wings to fly
she would have flown away
and never returned

she is on the edge of suicide
The family crisis just
only grows older.
her life is a tragedy
she thinks she is the child of problems
no one notices her misery
because they are too engrossed in fighting

her best friend is the razor blade
the one she uses to mark her wrist
to rid her of her solitude.
Her death is her escape
from a life of misery.
She is a child of depression,
a child of pain,
this is why she was on the edge of suicide
and died in vain.

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  • 18 years ago

    by UnToLd TrUtH

    Wow this is really good. 5/5

    Mallori