What becomes of me

by Freakfall   Mar 3, 2006


Dreaded past
nothing lasts
cry at night
nothings right
i wait and see
what becomes of me
i start to change
and feel depressed
i become very sad
and twice as mad
because i feel bad
for feeling this way
day after day
i open the drawer
pick out the knife
that will end my life
i put it against my chest
drive it in quickly
i feel a sharp sting of
a stainless steel kiss
i close my eyes
fall the ground
and drift off without a sound.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ

    Wow..very good...and expressed ur feelings good...5/5 i can relate to this...

    ~Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ~ aka Sarah

  • 18 years ago

    by Ryan

    Awesome poem, good imagery.

  • 18 years ago

    by CHOKE

    Wow, like always this was amazing. thanx for the comment on my poem. i havent cut myself in about three weeks so SMILE! im trying to get better. neways 5/5

    -elizabeth

  • 18 years ago

    by StefQ

    Wow excellent writting :) a deserved 5/5 :) just hope you don't really feel that way ;)

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