by Ms Wilder Feb 4, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I sit here on my bed door closed and nobody home the blade next to me with a black blanket over the bedding so that i don't get it all bloody i make the first cut going across the top the blood bright and warm it runs down my arm slow till i make the next cut it makes an "x" now the blood is rushing down my arm and i think this is it its the end so i decide to rite a note to say good bye |
by My name here
This poem iz sooo kool i give it a 5..but check ur misspelled words..ok..great poem.. |