Care*

by vanessa Monee   Dec 1, 2004


F**K this that is my life,
everyone but me oblivious to this knife,

sometimes I just want to F**King die,
instead of living this hateful lie.

I wounder if I die would anyone actually care,
because death right now would be better then a life I can't bare.

There "slips" the knife into my tattered arm,
this makes me feel better to do this harm.

the knife move across my arm in its mysterious and majestic ways,
as I look down at the floor where my body lays.

I lay myself down as I felt the energy being sucked out of me,
now floating upward I look down and what do I see?

My lifeless body laying there,
and no one knows, but even if they did, would they really care?

I made this poem when I was really sad and thought it would be better for me to write out my feeling instead of acting upon them. I hope you like it and I would appreciate all votes and comments, they all help a bunch. Thanks!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Karin Erlacher

    I have moments where I feel the same. This poem of yours was very beautiful. Keep writing. Thanks for reading my poem "Holding On".

  • 19 years ago

    by Tigger

    Kool poem, You realy felt the mood to write it. Keep going :D.

    ~*~ Tigger ~*~

  • 19 years ago

    by Briana

    I really liked it, and I do the same I rather write how I feel instead of Hurting myself. 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by yaRis

    Hey Gurla Thanx for commenting on my poem Couldn't Go 2; i love this poem u did cuz i know what is like to feel depress and try to end it all...well heres some more of kinda the same:
    Couldn't Go (the 1st part to couldn't go 2)
    Once Lost
    Ask God For Wings
    Dear God
    Scared

    En-joey ciao...

  • 19 years ago

    by Tigger

    Great poem, i can feel how you felt when you wrote it, Thx for commenting on my poem. Lovin the poems keep it up :)

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