The thoughts inside my head

by Bradley Peter   Jul 4, 2006


Stab me, shoot me, burn me to the ground
do what you wish, i just prey to not be found
its getting way to hard, to live this aching life
I'm only nineteen, but i can't take the strife
people have got it worse, don't think i don't know
but I'm way to weak, i fall where others grow
I'm tired of it all, of every single breath
everyday i wonder, if i should meet with death

it's not one specific thing, it all piles on top
i wake up preying, today it might just stop
but no, it never does, at least not for me
a car crash or train wreck, would really set me free
the world doesn't need me, wouldn't even know
and very few people, would feel the sting of woe
i can't do it myself, I'm too scared to die
but if it wasn't in my hands, i could give it a try

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  • 18 years ago

    by Heather

    I really like how you put a spin on the suicide concept "but if it wasn't in my hands, i could give it a try" never heard it put like before. Keep writing, this peom was amazing!

    Heather Marie

  • 18 years ago

    by Bethan

    Take it 2day aint a gud day 4 u eiva den? As usual a well-written, perfectly flowing piece by you that puts into words wot so any people feel but just don't know how to express.
    In reply 2 ur comment on my poem no I don't feel better yet and i won't till dat girl learns 2 accept dat ur wiv sum1 else (and no she doesn't even get the dignity ov a name). But NEway I'll talk more bout dat wiv u 2nyt cos I unlyk sum ppl realise dat an INTERNATIONAL website is not a place 2 advertise personal business and I actually have the decency to when possible to try and talk 2 ppl face 2 face, ( k im dun wiv da digs now!!)
    I Love You 2,
    Beth xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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