The end of my days

by LostHopesCrimsonTears   Jun 30, 2005


Two hundred cuts
In just three days
I'm loosin' myself
Its all a haze

I'm slowly diein'
From the inside out
My soul is fading
As the blood pours out

addicted to the pain
and the blood i see
all i want
is to be set free
from this pain, this life
i need release

sometimes I'm sickened
by the damage Ive done
other times,
I'm left wanting more

but i know if i continue
to loose this much blood
ill wind up passed out on the floor

two hundred cuts
in just three days
and as i lie here now
my life a haze
I'm soon to finally meet
the end of my days.

Copyright ©2005 Amanda Hope Indelicato

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  • 19 years ago

    by William Flores

    Great write! I really enjoyed the poem. and what do you mean theres no poems worthy of me? this one is great! and besides, i just turned 20 not too long ago so i'm not THAT old school lol... thanx for the comment and keep on writing!

  • 19 years ago

    by Sierra Rae

    Hey, I really liked this poem and it gave me goosebumps thinking of that, 200 in 3 days...wow...I hope you're starting to get over this disease...I did and I'm so thankful...

    I have two comments about the poem though...the 3rd stanza kinda breaks up the flow...and then the last 2 lines don't really go...ooh that rhymed! lol

    Great job on this, a ton of feeling into it I can tell...loved it!! 5/5!

    xoxo-Sierra Rae

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