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by Suri dawn Oct 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Scars will fade when I fall, or if I walk into the light. But because it's easier to fall, I will not put up a fight. So I get ready to fall. But I'm not made to be brave. If I look far below, I can see a coffin. My grave. I never saw the light, but I know my scars will fade. They will fade into dust, Like the life of which I made. So I'm standing on the edge. Trembling,afraid to say, "These are my final words, my final breath,my final day." Then I look up to the sky, at a little falling star. I realize it fell like me, we're both ashamed of who we are. That makes me decide to fall. Dust;like the star in the sky. I won't be afraid anymore, and only one more goodbye. I walk right to the edge. I close my eyes. Hold my breath. No more cries or hurts, as I fall to my final death.
by Ill Give Blood To Your Dried Veins
Great poem. Very deep.