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by nikki Oct 22, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I don’t know what I’m thinking Or what put this thought in my head But I got home one evening And wished that I was dead I took a knife from the kitchen As no family home to care And sat up in my bedroom The question, ‘would I dare’ I thought about it long and hard About the good and bad Who it would effect And what I realy had I thought so long, I thought so hard That the words became a bluer And with one stroke that’s all it took I was gone. I was no more.
by MeL JoY
wow great poem you just have to hold on..i feel like that sometimes too take care MeL