I am here on the outside,
But inside I am already gone.
This dead that is spreading throughout my veins.
Kills my heart with every breath I take.
I am pouring out this crimson red,
to decorate my walls.
The drips of blood run down my walls,
I cry for no more pain.
I know that I am dead inside,
the feeling is everlasting.
Put away your hopes for me,
As I lay here and bleed.
My dreams are no more, I cover you in my sorrows.
I am not here on the inside.
Dead on the outside too.
I couldnt take the pain of losing everything.
So ending life was what I had to do.
What do you think????
Comments
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I really like this poem. Great Job.
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OMFG!!!!!!!
my friend is here lol
i really like this piece that u did
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i felt like this last night. i nearly shaved my damn head just to feel sane.
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