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by Brittany Nov 1, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It was the greatest night, not a care in the world. Drinking and laughing, what a naive little girl. He took me by the hand, and gave me a smile. Said it was great to see me, we hadn't talked in awhile. I stumbled about, as he pulled me from the crowd. 'please won't you kiss me?' He whispered aloud. I pushed him away, thats all I can remember. Alot of me changed, that night in December. I woke up this morning, with tears in my eyes. A pillow all wet, from a night full of cries Tired and weary, I sat up alone. I turned on some music, and switched off my phone. Been living in pain, for almost five years. I took a knife to my wrist, and watched the blood mix with tears.
by Amanda
good poem keep up the good work