Her hands are old and feeble
no longer can she hold a pen...
In the corner
I sit alone...
Little miss perfect skips through the trees
Daisies and bluebells brush past her knees...
Before I met you
My world was falling apart...
*not finished*
This is my suicide note...
I carefully sweep up
the tiny jagged shards...
Ripped across my veins
danger answers the call...
If you are thinking about killing yourself at this...
That said, please read my poem now...
I look in the mirror and i ashamed,
and i am the one to be blamed...
Another scar on my heart
another tear has been shed...
Sometimes i think of it
sometimes i cry of it...
There's no way out
I'm trapped...