by Kristen Feb 12, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Laying awake knowing what needs to be done, look out death here i come. I have found the purpose for my life, so i get out of bed and search for a knife. I hope my mom will understand once I'm gone from this horrid land. People like me were meant to die. Theres not changing my destiny, no matter how hard i try. I can not live any longer, because my soul isn't getting any stronger. Now i lay bloodied my suicide done, look out death here i come |
by Joel
i love your poems we kind of write simular |
Another poem i thouroughly enjoyed reading. I have added you to my favourites as i love reading your poems. |
by Unloved ♥
beautiful..I loved the title as well..it caught my eye |