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by Samsara Nov 7, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Trapped in this life, one I wish would just end. Seeing my knife, gripped tight in my hands. Alone by myself, my thoughts they run wild. Is this life that I lead, really worthwhile? What more can I do? What else can I say? There's no one listening, to the prayers that I pray. I take a step back, and look at my life. But all I can see, is the blade of my knife. It's my only hope, my means to an end. The stairway to hell, I will finally descend. This pain my heart, these thoughts in my mind. The knife I once held, cuts a fine line. I failed but I tried, so hard to survive. But the time for an end, has finally arrived.
by AnCi
Love thw flow in this poem and it reflects everything that I used to feel.. once upon a time..
by Sourav
Lots of emotions... depressive... sad... lonely... all these made it a desperately melancholic poem. Hope this is just a poem not true. Good write.
