Forever sleeping

by fantasy death   Nov 20, 2005


Running blindly through life
My only friend being this knife
Hurting
Holding feelings in
Leaving me and my life in ruin
Me and my knife cutting my skin
The line holding me from death
That line is way to thin
I couldn't hold it in anymore
They found me lying on the floor
The life inside me they couldn't restore
They dug a grave they dug it deep
They put me down for an endless sleep
At my funeral few came to weep
The few that cared
The few that dared
It’s over now
They all move on
I’m all alone again
Sleeping
Forever…

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  • 18 years ago

    by Justin

    I like the feel of this poem and It has good structure great job