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by Moose Apr 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
This poem is also written by my friend Cass, Please write comments My final words This is it, my final words As the bath fills with warm water I wonder if people will notice Say “it sucks with out her†I’m ready now, to end my life Shallow breathing, I pick up the knife Slowly submerge myself into the warmth My final words beside me I wait a little while For my blood to run thick Hold the knife to my wrist Let it be quick Push the blade in The redness surrounds me My life flashing by I’m finally free Forget the pain, forget the fear Of living on without you here My face sinks in to the blood My final words caught in the flood.