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by Kristen May 31, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It was just too much The knife gleamed in the night I could not help myself I have to admit, I did not put up a fight It felt too good The blood was so red I knew if I did not stop I would soon be dead I could not help myself I could notmake myself drop that knife It went deeper and deeper Slowly taking my life I dropped the knife, and I looked away And guess what caught my eye…? I saw a bunch of white pills And I knew tonight I would die I took them one by one And started to feel some chills I could not believe that I would die tonight And that I would die from some pills And yet I kept taking them I lay back on my bed My sheets are soaking up the blood The once white, now red I cry my last tears Some red some clear I hope that he still knows In my heart he is dear I slowly die From broken skin and heart I gave him all my love And he decided to tear it apart I take my last breath And hold it I want to die And yet I didn’t I let it out And close my eyes The last thought I had was all those I love you’s Were really only lies
by CY GINDLE
Your scaring me now good poem but you knew that