by Midnight suicide Dec 11, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
If you feel like letting go, dont make me go through this just let me know. you dont know the real me, you dont know i can do. This knife thats made for cutting food is made for killing too. Ive tried it once but chickened out, but dont u tempt me, dont you doubt I will do this, do this tonight. I am not scared or fill with fright. I will Peirce my skin and make it bleed, all because you played games with me. The pain is endless inside my chest, the blood keeps dripping, dripping from my wrist. you freaking lied, you freaking cheated, i guess u can say were both out of luck. But hey what do u care you liven good and im lying here dieing. But you dont care you dont give a f**k You played me like a game till i went insane, now all we were has gone down the drain. Gone down the drain with my sweat, my blood, and my tears. At least your going to remember, i wont, im no longer HERE! |
by Kelsey
This is a great poem. it has strong and emotional feelings. great job. 5/5 |