Blood

by Leo321   Jul 2, 2004


I scream and yet
all I can hear
is a silent voice in my head.

I cut myself with broken glass,
like that of my life.
and still the pain that it brings me
make me fell alive

The blood that release, from my veins
leave’s, no stain, no mark, no memory
of my life.

© 2004

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  • 19 years ago

    by Slotts

    sorry you feel the way you do but you are a great poet keep it up

  • 19 years ago

    by Biscuit

    it made me sad :(

  • 19 years ago

    by Rolo

    Intense. I'm sorry you feel so bad...but nice poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by Lola Granny

    Nice poem hun but to short ^ 5 anyways gl keep writing

  • 20 years ago

    by giggles

    oo hun do you really feel like this please say you dont i feel kind of sad after i read this poem i dont like feeling sad
    luv ya hun
    ~giggles~