In the Dark

by Sunday   May 8, 2007


I sit in my dark closet with my razor in my hand. All I hear is your voice screaming in my head. As I cut my wrist I begin to wonder why and how I live in a world full of pain and suffering. Why do we live in such a dark cold world? I watch the rain fall down as I look and think its everyone’s tears they hide in side.

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  • 17 years ago

    by why is life so miserable

    Wow d33p po3m !!

  • 17 years ago

    by kRiStIe LeA

    I like this, I felt like this after I lost someone I cared about
    This is really good
    5/5