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by Jason Partin Jul 28, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Alone in this dark, that surrounds my heart, I see my life, slowly falling apart. Things aren't like they were before, Life just isn't the same. I'm falling down hard, with suicidal thoughts in my brain. Everywhere I look, I see the same shade of black, with no other signs, of my life returning back. As I continue on, in search of hope in my life, It seems my only friend, is this brightly shining knife. This knife that I hold, is the only light in my dark, and it's begging for use, with its blade so sharp. As I bring it closer to my wrist, it feels so right, I begin to catch a glimpse, of a beautiful white light. As I start to cut, deep into my skin, I begin to feel, like my old self again. I have cut through the dark, and found a new path, It's just too bad, my life couldn't last.
by Ashley Mullinax
back to the depressive poems are we? -lol- It's good :)