Let Go

by loosing grip   Feb 15, 2005


Taking in the screaming voices, that surround your simple life.
Putting all your energy into, not picking up that knife.
The voices never overcoming, those from within your head,
and the one time that they do, you will purely be dead.

Death has no pure meaning, just a complicating end to it all,
The wait takes longer in this journey, than the actual fall.
And just like that your gone, like you never existed in the first place,
Erased from all the memories, no one ever to see your face.

So let me go, delete me now, from all you've ever known.
Remember not my pain and hurt, remember nothing I have shown

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  • 19 years ago

    by XKt_ShellyX

    Amazing, really, it is!
    I know sum1 who commited suicide recently, and I just cant help thinking of him and wondering if he realises how much he will never be forgotten... becuase when your living you feel like this.... like no1 would or should care if you were gone.
    But people do.

    Anyway, I really loved it, and can actually relate to it too.

    Keep it up...5/5

    kt x

  • 19 years ago

    by Gunjan

    no kidding...ur poems SERIOUSLY make me wanna cry...
    beautiful!5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by *tanya*

    hey hun, i havent been on for a while neither have u by the looks of it but that poem was awesome! i loved it. definately a 5! hang in there, ppl luv u n care.
    luv tanya

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