Close to death

by Hayley   May 1, 2006


Sitting in the corner, with my hands holding up my face.
The tears falling from my eyes at an ever so slow pace.

Looking up into the darkness at the object i hold on my wrist,
Grimicing from the site of blood, and the vain I nearly missed.

Trying to hold back the thoughts of anger, and those of pain,
Making myself believe that there is nothing else to gain.

Holding on to the memories that I wish would disappear,
Giving up on all the things that are still keeping me here.

Waiting for my time to come when death will be my fate,
Thinking maybe I can leave this world that i'll always seem to hate.

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  • 17 years ago

    by kate

    You've communicated the emotions attatched in this poem really well. i like your writing style - it's good! keep on writing so we can keep reading! xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Destinys Pain

    Its such a sad poem but it explains a lot about not liking your own life. I like it very much. 5/5 and keep on writing!