Four ways out

by deaddarkwolf   Jun 21, 2007


I fell the sadness grow,
The blade in my hand,
Just four nights ago,
The shaking hand,
Not one tear though,
It held to my chest about to press,

The next night,
I see the racer blade,
Pushing on my wrist,
The same hand shaking,
This time on my wrist,
The same death note on the floor,
As the night before,

The next night,
I'm looking down 13 story's,
To a concrete death,
The note at home,
In my room,
On my bed,
My shaking legs,
Me looking down,
With a big frown,

Tonight,
The note in my pocket,
The cold gun pushing on my neck,
Me looking up,
My knee's hitting the floor,
Using both hands,
A tear falling down my check,
The first time in what seems like weeks,
As I finally hit the trigger,
Falling back hitting the floor,

I do not feel,
This is a selfish act,
To me it would be away out,
But to them it would be there biggest hell.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Beauty In The Breaking

    This was fantastic and so full of deep emotions ^_^ I've been there and am still there at times what not as much ^_^ I really loved the flow, choice of words and how you put it all together without any sugarcoating ^_^ 5/5
    Rhea

  • 17 years ago

    by Reminders Torture

    This poem was so sad.
    loved it

    I fell the sadness grow,
    The blade in my hand,
    Just four nights ago,
    The shaking hand,
    Not one tear though,
    It held to my chest about to press,

    i like this stanza the most.
    best wishes
    and take care
    emmeline

  • 17 years ago

    by FountainsOfBlood

    (Yay! first comment!)
    WOW!...That poem is amazing! It's really good! Keep writing 5/5
    Sarah xx