Easy Way Out

by Not Enough   Dec 17, 2006


My cheeks turn red,
my blood is cold,
my heart stops,
I froze

I will not run,
I will not act,
I will just sit there,
As if attacked

Razor in hand,
I make a fist,
sliding it across,
on my wrist

Loosening my grip,
the razor falls,
surrounding me,
four dark walls

Dripping blood,
one last breath,
I just wait,
until my death

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  • 17 years ago

    by T uh Belle lll

    Ugh very graphic, and definitely cliche, but your going through a stage in your life, i suppose all you can do is express you feelings through poetry.

  • 17 years ago

    by *Lost Soul*

    MAN UR GOOD...I THOUGHT I WAS BUT UR SOOO YOUNG N UR POEMS THEY SPEAK OF AO MUCH PAIN U REMIND ME SO MUCH OF A YOUNGER ME...TRY NOT TO CUT...I KNO IT SEEMS LIK A BETTER WAY OUT BUT IN THE END...IT'S NOT

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