Wasn't for You

by morbidangel69   Jan 24, 2005


The scars are growing upon my wrists,
Soon I shall be just another name on the suicide lists.
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of crying,
All I can think about is dying.
As tears mixed with blood fall,
I realize I hate you all.
But don't think this was for you,
It was just something I always wanted to do.

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  • 20 years ago

    by TheGayPimp

    really good makes sense and it gives some a kinda hope

  • 20 years ago

    by Libby M

    Melissa,

    Your writes are beautiful and powerful-I know we use words, and put them together to create poetry-poetry that can define how we feel-you do a good job at that! Please know that if ever you need to talk-I can be here to listen:) Great writes-Keep writing it can heal the soul...

    Love,
    Libby

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