The Grim Reaper

by Sarah   Mar 15, 2008


Im the one setting in the back of the bus
Im the one who never says a word.
It's me you see, crying in the corner.
It was me that you herd.
I get home and start to weep.
Now balling my eyes out,
As I realize im in to deep.
I have no faith, all I have is doubt.
My minds full of fright.
I set here as I ponder,
I finally realize, you wasn't right...
I cut deeper,
Waiting for him...
The Grim Reaper.

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  • 16 years ago

    by JEFF

    Why is it everybody feels the need to slice?
    There alot of Depressed people on this site.
    I only ask because at one point in my life I was so consummed with sadness I thought about taking my life. But many cutting myself, felling the pain before death I never understood.

    Your a good writer. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Skullz619

    A great poem, i can understand where your coming from....

  • 16 years ago

    by Skullz619

    A great poem, i can understand where your coming from....

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