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by jess Dec 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As i hold this knife, in my hand. i pray to god please, i do not want to live on this land. i can take it no more, i need to leave. do you not understand, i need to greave. i need to forget, all that's done. but if i take the knife, then they have won. i cant stand the pain, running through my body cold. i need someone, someone to hold. so as i hold this knife, and drag it across my arm. i no it will be, more than just self harm. i am in it to die, it is what i want to do. i do not need anyone, and i do not need you.please comment
by Left-Forever-No-More-Trying
hiya i was already crying wen i read ur poem, but i lov ur poem, i can relate to it rlly wellno jokin, coz my life is so shit and always will be. well your poem was fantastic, i dnt care you otha ppl think, but i thought was rlly rlly gd