R.I.P

by Hoover   Mar 22, 2006


I Am So Tired
I Just Want To Go To Bed
But The Cuts On My Arm
Sting So Very Bad,

My Bed Is Stained
In Red So Pure
My Face Is So Wet
With Every Tear

My Body Is So Weak
I Can’t Even Speak,
Every Thing Is Going Dark
Because Of This Long Red Mark

My Mind Is Cleared
My Heart Is Free
And Now I Can Finally
Rest In Peace

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  • 16 years ago

    by CanUKissAwayMyPain

    I love the whole poem but yet like the others very sad... amazing poem..
    i love it =)

  • 16 years ago

    by Sora

    This was a great piece of work. a deep yet sad poem. and i loved it.

    My Bed Is Stained
    In Red So Pure
    My Face Is So Wet
    With Every Tear

    i really liked that stanza. especially the last two lines. you did an amazing job. 5/5.

    -Ashlei.

  • 16 years ago

    by Fanny

    This is a sad poem but also cool how it all made sence
    loved the poem =)

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