When the goodbyes are all but left unsaid,
When your entire heart is enveloped in dread,
I wanted to ask you why you left, but I'll ask you this instead,
What’s the point in living if you're already dead.
Slowly the tears began to fall,
You know you never cared at all,
My body falls to the floor as you laugh under your breath,
Do you know... do you know you caused my death?
Since when was the floor painted red,
My wrist the paint brush,
The paint, the blood I shed,
How could you do this?
Was it your cold black heart?
How can you not see this?
You are tearing me apart.
I didn't even have the chance to cry,
You don't even want me to say goodbye,
You have no idea, how much I've bled,
Don't worry about me, I'm already dead.
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What’s the point in living if you're already dead.
A contest entry
- Quotes - dark and depressing by BittersweetPhantasm.
600 points, ended May 3, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Rhymes feel a bit forced to me. Anyone else think so?
Comments
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a very nice sad write. dark and well written.
thank you.
well done and good luck
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