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by Yvette Gibson Jun 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I don't know when i will stop but I'll take my time slowly cutting every vane and making every line I can't help but look at every singgle cut watching as it bleed and feeling a Sharp tough I can feel gods hands slowly wrap around I can hear his voice that soft sweet sound but I feel them slip as I slowly awake from a bler to mother saying please, no you can't take her! I never thought i would see this but my mother was crying she hugged me and said I love you as I was slowly dieing I didn't want to go I wanted to stay I opened my eyes to a brand new day see that night my mom she called 911 she said help me please I killed my daughter and I have a gun she took the blame for me but she also took her life see she shot herself and said she hurt me with a knife I will never forget about the horrible night when I was going to die but instead my mother took her life
by Unity
i loved it , it bought tears to mah eyez ..your an excellent writer
by Liz
VERY GOOD POEM BUT A SAD ONE