Goodbye

by Leya   Nov 22, 2004


When i cut
it feels so good
if i had the courage to press down
i would

you not ment to see these cuts
i don't mean for them to be shown
but i cant stop,
the addiction has grown

cutting is like a drug
easy to do
but once you start
you cant stop

i hate this life
dying is the best option
wheres my knife?

i will leave this note
on my bed
and hopefully
you will get it through your head
that i never wanted to live
that i had nothing to give

goodbye forever
take care now
and please move on somehow

tonight i died
tonight I'm not coming back
tonight I'll be gone forever

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  • 20 years ago

    by Amanda

    Great poem
    just a suggestion though that you could have put at the end where you went:
    at the very end you could have put
    if only i could have stayed on track

    but its only a suggestion