Death

by natalie   Jul 1, 2004


My life's a mess shes says she cares but do bruises show care
she says she will always be there
but where is she now then
how can she love me
so i walk down stairs and grab a knife
i decided that wot do i have to live for
why should i carry on living
so i grab da knife and hold it to my neck
i slit me neg and fall to da blood stained carpet my life is over and i c her my mum is back shes there with white wings and a golden circle
so am i now i regret it

SO DON'T DO IT ITS NOT WORTH IT

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