i love to write poetry and i love to read others poetry and i hate people who dont comment. take like 2 minutes out of your day to tell me whether its good or not. its not that hard.I have 4 little brothers and my mom thinks there is something wrong with me just cause im not "normal". Sorry people but "normal" doesn't exsist!!!! well comment and talk to you later. |
I have this rage to kill you
To see you lying dead...
Have you ever experienced pain?
Pain swelling up inside you...
You are so cruel
you are so mean...
I am lost again
lost in an empty darkness...
Why can\'t you see
how much you hurt me...
I am dead inside
now that you are gone...
Blood red is the sky
the tears they flow down my cheek...
I feel the knife against my wrist
I feel the blood slide down it too...
I heard the words fall from your mouth
like a story you never want to end...
Why can\'t you see
how much you hurt me...
Rip me apart and tear me open! Can you feel the blood pour into your hands! I hope your happy you have finally taken my life! |
The blood of a sinner tastes sweeter than the blood of a saint. |
The blood is warm as it oozing from my wrist. I feel it drop and watch it splatter. Is this really what life is about? Pain to feel alive? |