Hi, my name is Allisha and I'm 26 years old. I've been writing poems since I was 15 when my depression first kicked in. I love to write though, especially now that I can write about more than just depressing things because my depression isn't as bad. But, anyways, please comment, say anything you would like. Constructive criticism welcome. :] |
I'm lying here all alone
With slit wrists and broken bones...
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of the lies...
Sharp knives stabbing me
My heart bleeding endlessly...
You said you loved me
You said you cared...
I promise I'll always be there
To hold your hand and dry your tears...
You tell me that you love me
More than anything in the world...
Why stick around
When you know it isn't fair...
I promise I'll always be there
To hold your hand and dry your tears...
I wish you loved me
I wish you'd see...