On the edge

by bleeding limegrenn   May 28, 2007


Standing on the edge
choosing between life or death
the wind blowing whipping through my hair
is it my faith
should i die
do i have any thing to live for
no one loves me
i have no friends
no one really knows I'm here

the ground crumbles
the wind stops
i drop to my death with a silent scream

with no funeral
no flowers
no tears
just a black body bag

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  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Likes it, being on the edge suks, but suicide is a permanant solution to a temperary problem.5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Blackstar

    Sad,deep ,
    i think it's a great poem!

    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Brittany C

    The flow was a little off but I did like the poem. I gave it a 5/5.

  • 16 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    Most of don't have too many friends other then the ones we always see, that's not what makes life worth living though. Excellent poem on a good topic 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Kaila

    Very good write
    you just need a little bit of structure
    and your all good

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