It's when you find yourself
drowning in your own blood,
after all your limbs
have been ripped off.
You're screaming,
but no one hears you.
By now you should be dead.
You're asking yourself
why you're not.
Wishing you were.
But this is happening within you
and interior wounds can't kill.
Then you notice the pills on the shelf... .
Author notes
by FindinSoundInSilence
kiss me baby
A contest entry
- *Ages 15 and Under* Broken Floorboards. by Fallen Under Light.
300 points, ended May 3, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how is it?
Comments
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Oh this is very sad
What an inmagination you have here
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Read rules or get a DQ, thanks!
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