God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be...
You came peacfully into my life
know your ending it with a knife...
She craddles her tears
flashbacks of her childhood...
*People please don't comment or vote on my poems...
I want to cut me wide...
I remember clear as day
the apartment one-o-three...
Alone she lay,
gone from this world...
I sob uncontrollably
my body shaking...
A girl sits by her window
Blade in hand...
My wrists cry the tears that no longer fall from...
the blood forms a pool around my unfeeling body...
For your celebration we shall dress,
For you we will bring a crimson rose...
Nobody knows why it appears
Engulfing random peoples bodies...
Sometimes i feel like I'm not wanted,
i get made fun of and sometimes taunted...