Dead

by Kristina   Oct 20, 2006


I'm laying in my coffin,
Dead to the world,
They think it was an accident,
But I did it on purpose.

There's red roses all around,
From people that I knew,
Even some from people,
Who I have no idea who they are.

I couldn't take the pain anymore,
I knew this is what I had to do,
So I took the blade,
And I pushed really hard.

The blood dripped down so fast,
Then I hit the floor,
That's the last thing I remember,
Before I woke up here.

I am now in hell,
With so much regret,
I wish I never touched that knife,
That ended my life.

Copyright © November 04, 2005 - Kristina M
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This is a really old poem && I know it sucks, but I just want to post all my poems I've written.

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  • 17 years ago

    by ellewen

    I think you should use the word 'unintentional' on your fourth line, on your 8th I would put 'that I havent met, or neglected to know'
    But in all I like it. Very deep. I understand it. I have similar poems. The poems that are most liked are the ones that people can relate to. So good job. Keep up the good work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittney Follett

    Aww, it doesn't suck... you should read my really old ones...

    Tweedle Dee
    Tweedle Dum
    Why aren't we,
    Having fun?

    Is it because,
    we are getting old?
    Is it because,
    Our sister, we sold?

    Maybe its because,
    We've sat on our bum?
    All I know is, we are
    Tweedle Dee and Dum.

    ...but it doesn't matter we all had to start some where :)

    Great Job, I loved your last stanza the best!

    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Poetic Tragedy08

    Not as good as the last one but hey it was still awesome! a few things you can work on in this..well...NOTHING! it was great and amazing! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lindsay

    I thought it would rhyme, and then it didnt, and... thenit did! such a very lovely effect! keep it up.

  • 17 years ago

    by ForeverGoneInYourEyes

    Very sad but ifeel you on that i never psot these kind of poems cause my family occasionally want to see what i write but i ffel u