by Fyri Apr 7, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
As I lay down in bed, I remember what you said. Your words are like a daggers, cutting me down to the bone. My razor-blade is sharp, and my pain is the only thing that surrounds me. My breath is growing short, as you you live in court. My body is turning cold, as I see your stare turn cold. Don't blink, don't ever think. Just make the blade reach my heart. |
by Sammerz
Awww i like this poem one this is caold should be cold and if you would change the structure of the poem it would look a little better.....but the poem was amazingly good and well written |