Dying

by xX Toxic Cure Xx   Dec 25, 2004


Whispers in the dark
Bloody hand prints on the walls
Mark after mark
Silent hopeless calls
Pleading for you
No more left to give
Starting life new
Why live
Tears that never stop
Hell isn't after you die
Hair wet and stuck like a mop
Broken winged bird that cant fly
Dead inside
Feelings killed away
No more pride
No reason to stay
Cutting cutting
Skin lined with pain
Dying and sobbing
A never ending rain
Everything so far gone
Anger turns to rage
Always wrong
Breaking free of this cage
Bleeding in the bath
One last plea
No more wrath
Finally free

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  • 19 years ago

    by Tayla

    i loved your poem