Staring into the ceiling.
I can't drink enough to escape this feeling.
Empty, forgotten, alone, and hollow,
Could I pop enough pills to end this sorrow?
Could I cut just one incision
and free my soul from it's eternal prison?
Could God just come take me away and,
carve out my heart full of decay,
broken from dismay,
and scarred with disdain?
All the wars I've fought,
and all the pain I've brought;
all seem to fade
as death is carrying me away.
To those who might cry,
I do say goodbye.
To those who I hate,
I'll watch you swallow your fate.
A contest entry
- contest!!! (no rules) by nobodys-girl.
1700 points, ended July 5, 2007, 44 entries
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I tried.
Comments
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wow...i feel like you took all my emotions out and just poured them on the page, well done! i love this. thankyou so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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I really like this poem. Its suicidal but not pathetic. Very well written.
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