Not the answer

by codey   Mar 31, 2005


Every time I'm feeling anger or pain i look to the knife as a release,
of everything that has happened from most to least,
i watch the blood as it drips to the floor,
people may ask why?, does it hurt?, is it sore?
they don't understand how i feel inside.
people i know tell me its not that bad, they lied...
one night i will bring out the knife on last time,
and the scars i will no longer have to hide,
i will say goodbye to this cold cruel world,
and no longer have to face this world,
i will be lying in a pool of my own blood,
no longer shall i be a pool of emotions, a flood,
next to me will be a not, and the note shall read
"to those who don't care, here i am as i bleed,
the world became too much to handle, i couldn't take it any more,
but this is not the answer nor the cure."

XxX please vote and comment and i will do the same for yours thanks heaps from Codey XxX

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  • 19 years ago

    by Donna

    well done. dis is a gr8 poem. keep up de gud work

  • 19 years ago

    by Bailey

    awesome poem.. i can relate to it a lot.. but i hope you dont feel that way.. keep up the good work!