by Lizzy Jun 22, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I watch My life drip to the floor....DRip DRip .......it leaves stains on my carpet.....DRip DRip.....all i want it to do it again and again harder and hard....DRip DRip.....again and again...harder and harder......I can't i have a life i have "friends" I'm not this kinda of person......again...DRip DRip ....again and again...harder and harder......DRIP DRIP.....AGAIN AND AGAIN HARDER AND HARDER...i have to stop I'm not this kinda person..............then it all ends i go back to my life as a normal....preppy....hyper Kidd.....but what i want ...what i want is to hear...drip...drip....the steady dripping of my blood to the floor.....drip...drip....it will all end soon...soon it will be over ...soon my life....my life will be no life.....there will be no life in Lizzy......soon that day ..will come...till then i listen to the steady dripping of my blood to the floor every night........drip.....drip...drip...drip |
by uponfairywings
I like this. It's very deep and I like the repetition of drip drip...great job! |
by Roxy
Hun are all ur poems about cutting but they are what u feel i can tell well iv ebeen through it all lol and im only 13 haha lol but still nice i realy to like deep poems they help in a wierd sort of way xoxroxyxox |