__The name is Emily. My poems are about depression and suicide. Get used to it. Slighly vulgar at times. |
You walk by me
Looking through me...
Salting my wounds
Sewing them shut...
Coldness settles
Deep inside...
She was so great
Now she's gone...
Life is hard
Unable to bear...
There you are
Starin' me down...
Life is being lost
Death is being won...
Sweat pouring down my face
Unable to make it the distance...
This is my suicidal method
Let's grab a knife, and a rope...
Remember the days on the playground
The innocent days and the rhymes...