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by stephalee Mar 25, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My brother wants to kill me Of this there is no doubt I feel his hate flowing through me As I hear him yell and shout I'm huddled in the corner Trembling and scared For I know that he will hurt me So no sound have I dared I hear him knocking at the door Tears streaming down my face He’s trying to knock it down My heart is beginning to race I hear him picking at the lock I know he's starting to come in And I know that I will never Never in a million years will I win I feel him looking for me He's searching everywhere I know he's trying hard to find me But I'm simply just not there Oh no he's found me! What am I going to do He's going to kill me now This I know is true I feel the knife Thrusting itself into my wounded heart I taste the bitter Gross tears of tart As I feel myself escaping And myself running away Still nobody knows That I am dead to this day
by Someone
awesome poem!! Really like it.. Keep it up :) ** 5 **
by Andrea
wow...thats scary...