Thinking

by sillylittlegirl   Dec 3, 2005


There's no point in staying
so tonight I will go
I hate being stuck
I have no hope

take this razor
and cut into my wrists
once again I'm writing
I'm so sick of this

there's no point in living
so why am I here
if you hate me so much
then why are you so near

so tonight I'll go
there's no other way
I won't say anything
there's nothing left to say

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bradley Peter

    Ahh, the good old 'cutting your wrists' poem, lol, a joyful subject, lol. flowed quite well, apart from in the first stanza, it seemed a bit lost...sorry. but what do i know, you've got better ratings than me, lol.

    Brad

    P.S. feel free to bad-mouth my works, lol

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