Ice Cubes

by lost and incomplete   Jan 4, 2007


Ice cubes burning my thigh,
before the blade comes crashing down,

I wish this could be over,
I wish i could drown,
All this Pain, all this Fear,
im a king without his crown.

I sit and weep
I sit and cry

O please O god !

O please let me die...

this was when i was going through a period when i was watched very closely and ice cubes and muscle spazms were my way of ridding me of my pain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by The Black Rose

    Its a good poem, u can express urself pretty good in this tho... well i hope u wont do it anymore... but u know wht i think of cutting

    take care bro