Suicide

by loversdismiss   Aug 20, 2007


I picked up the razor,
and took off the blade.
this is not what was supposed to happen
but my future is now made.

all my pain
is now gone.
my blood starts to drip,
my soul won't go on.

as my body lays there,
people walk past it.
they dont bother to look,
they dont bother to care.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By loversdismiss