Suicidal and cutting wrist lets see if you can control this

by Kara   Jan 16, 2007


Everyday it never changes
every hour it never changes
every second of the day i wish it would just change
tell me why i should live
for i have nothing left to give
i gave my heart
and hoped to die
but you keep me alive
suicidal and cutting wrist
pain in the mind bleeding in the heart
i gave all i had
and you want more
I'm sorry but there is nothing left
i am emo
i am goth
i am punk rock
doses that change how you treat me
or is it just in my mind
you hurt me once
lets see it happen twice
for if it dose
i might have to commit a horrible crime.

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