by Danielle Mar 27, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I need to stop. This pain Punctures me, and then comes the guilt. Flowing out of me right before my eyes learning the meaning of the sting. The darkness falls behind me, hiding my eyes, Tears that are falling silently to the floor. Leaving my soul laying on the ground in front of my face, no desire to have it back either. So there goes my chance to save it, Forever gone.... I feel real again... |
i like it, has real emotion in it...just one thing, "This pain Punctures mes" |
by katie!
very good poem, one thing, I think it would be better if it was in stanzas... lol you dont have to listen to me though well done |