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by Becca Jan 26, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'm lying here Nearly dying On the ground Thick, red blood All around My only friend This cold, steel knife Has just taken from me My awful life In my hand A little letter Of why I did it We all knew my life would not get better When they find me and my scars The will still be in my eyes The blood wet on my knife I'm lying here Already dead My cheeks wet with tears Blood dripping from my knife It was fake My appearance The smile, the laugh Has made its final disappearance I tried to be strong I swear I did All the feelings Tucked inside Very well hid I couldn't bear to hide it anymore And now I'm lying here For you to find The fake smile i couldn't keep And never will it show again All because of one cut too deep
by nikki misanthrope
I love this poem.
by sweetiepie18
Amazing! so well written! keep it up!