Please Kill Me Now

by ashleeey   Jan 2, 2007


I know I'm in my room
Lying on the floor
Makeup running down my face
I feel like such a w_h_o_r_e

I can't think of anything
Except for how much I hate my life
An empty bottle lays at my feet
Right next to the bloody knife

I stare into the mirror
At my deadly broken reflection
My life has been filled with lies
My happiness all a deception

I'm waiting for my pulse to stop
My heart to quit its pounding
I'm thinking that I'll soon be gone
And just how amazing that is sounding.

xoxo.

Ashley Anderson©

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  • 17 years ago

    by kaci

    Wow great poem!
    10/10!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Mark Harris

    Nice job!