walking down these empty hall ways,
not knowing where to go,
looking through every door way,
looking for someone i do not know,
i am seeking for something,
something to fill this empty heart,
the shadows that cover me,
i do not no how long i'll last,
as i walk towards the kitchen,
the sound echos all around,
the echoing sound of my foot steps hitting ground,
as i look at the knife,
that layed a pond the kitchen floor,
the thoughts of it was so inviting,
just one more deep cut,
and finaly no more fighting,
i'm on my knees,
theres no more waiting,
the pain is finaly and slowly fading,
i look at my wrist, just once more,
theres no more hateing as i lay lifeless on the kitchen floor.
Please tell me what you think
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I like this sad poem....great write!
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did you mean layed upon the kitchen floor
or did you mean as you layed on the kitchen floor and bleed out creating a pond
either way this is a very sad poem
very emotional it made me feel.
but you wrote it as you felt it great work.
iove ran out of points so ill just say a million clappies to you
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