Good-Bye

by Christen   May 22, 2006


I cut myself,
And watch myself bleed,
I try and get rid of pain,
Finally, I succeed.

Now I have cuts,
All over my arms,
The blood runs off,
And myself I harm.

You left me,
For the partying life,
We were talking about our future,
And me being your wife.

That is all done now,
You left me with nothing at all,
Just me and this knife,
I am going to cut myself until I fall.

Then you will feel sorry,
Because I am on the floor; lying there dead,
All because of you,
And something you said.

Good bye forever,
This is the end,
I will love you forever,
That is nothing to pretend.

You see my note,
Read it with tears,
Begin to cry,
Because I have created your worst fears.

See you in heaven,
If you still love me,
That will be the day,
I get set free.

**HEY YOU GUYS THIS IS A POEM THAT I WROTE TO DESCRIBE MY PAST AND TO TELL EVERYONE WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF ZACH WAS NOT THERE TO SUPPORT ME THROUGH THAT TIME.**
~Written On: May 19, 2006.~

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  • 17 years ago

    by Goran Rahim

    Nice poem, very nicely written with great word choices, you are a great writer, keep up the great job. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    Well versed and thought out. I enjoyed the poems but I feel like you were holding back almost. I don't know what it is, it is still one of the better poems that I have read lately.

    I mean don't get me wrong, I feel that it perfectly tells the story that you want to tell, Matter of fact it does it very nicely, I am just reading through it again because i do that from time to time.

    "The who makes you cry isn't worth your tears, the one who is worth your tears will never make you cry" - I forgot but someone who isn't me.

    That last quote has helped me through so many rough times, It was one of the main reason's i am still alive today.

    I hope that you return the favor that i have to you in commenting, i noticed your post on our forums.

    Five/Five

    Dark Savior
    "I go to sleep knowing that she is with another, that is why they call me the withered lover"

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