Like a VCR

by Katerina   Nov 12, 2007


As the night wears on and I lose hope
The knife gets sharper and my lungs filled with dope.
I try to suffocate and drown my fears
But the screaming grows louder pouring suicidal tears
God forgive me for damaging this body,
Repent all my sins, let no one forget me.
As I leave this world and all I left behind.
I pray for a new beginning, like a VCR, I pray for rewind.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fanny

    Wow this poem is really good i loved the way you put it together for it can mke sence