It might be precious (TRUE)

by shes ♥suicidal   Nov 27, 2004


It is raining,
I am home aloan,
I start thinking,
Why was i ever born?

My life is nothing,
But a mistake,
My life is just,
A never ending ache.

My arms are all cut up by now,
No more room for another scar,
This might be the last poem i write,
For i might end just like a spark.

I'm sticking the knife in my stomach now,
Blood is dripping, Its in far.

I cant do it I'm too sceard,
I realize, Life might be too precious to end.

That little spark,
Can light a fire,
There is more then death,
Theres desire!

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  • 20 years ago

    by Sarah

    good poem! i really like it! thanks for the comment on mine. i hope your better now.......cause believe me i know exactly what you're going through but there are people out there that truly care about you.....cause i've found a few of them that care about me but yet i'm still not happy. i guess i don't know exactly what i'm looking for. well don't give up. keep up the good work! =)

  • 20 years ago

    by shes ♥suicidal

    ok ill read it

  • 20 years ago

    by ReBecca

    YOU HAVE READ SOME OF MY THINGS, SO I READ SOME OF YOURS. IT'S REALLY NOT FAIR...BECAUSE WHAT YOU WRITE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY...THERE IS MORE, BUT YOU PROBABLY WONT KNOW IT UNTIL YOU GET OLDER. READ "CHILDREN ON THIS SITE" OR "NO PARENTAL ACCESS"..YOU WILL KNOW THEN THAT I'M FOR YOU. YOU WILL ONLY UNDERSTAND AFTER YOU READ IT.....

  • 20 years ago

    by shes ♥suicidal

    i luv ur poems

  • 20 years ago

    by shes ♥suicidal

    thanx lorrie!!

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