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by Nikki Jun 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You might as well slit my wrist, and lay me down to die. Because I can't play this game, I'm losing and I'm going insane. My heart breaks, can you hear it crack? My soul screams, can you hear it speak? I face down the demons, but I can't gain control. I fight the battle, but I lose the war. I cut and bleed, but still the pain remains. Haunting my very existence, forcing me to put up a wall. Iim losing and losing, there is nothing to gain. I'm breaking down, and I'm to blame. I fight with everything, thats in my soul. But its not enough, to regain control. So watch me take my final breathe, and watch me slowly die. For I can't live life anymore, I'm just a shadow in my mind.
by Noelle k.
sad poem but great. good job. 5/5