My blade

by Brandon   Dec 17, 2005


Sitting alone at the end of the hall
Watching and waiting for the evening brawl
All around people get drunk off their ass
Still going on drinking
Glass after glass
Finally slipping into my own little world
I take out my blade
inner secrets it holds
put it to my skin
it seems not a sin
I know now
Ill never win

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sirkka / Selene

    The poem speaks for itself.
    really good

  • 18 years ago

    by Juls

    Wow this poem is so real.I know exaclty what you mean. Its amazing how well you write hun and keep up the great work. If you need to talk to me you know im here for you.
    ~Julie

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