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Cruel Suicide

  Raw and torn...
worn with age
  my heart is old
not the same

The blade is my friend
as I bring it to my wrists
slicing gently
watching my skin open

Then blood seeps down
red and hot
pouring and dripping
to the ground

My tears have frozen
with my pain
as i hit
a bigger vein

Red spurts and falls
And weakness takes over me
The room around me spins
I can barely see

Suicide is my escape
From the pain of this world
From the teasing and tauntings
and the verbal pain

My eyes flutter shut..
I take a deep breath..
goodbye to you...
goodbye my friends

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  • XNevermindX
    May 26, 2008

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    Awwww, this is really sad, and i truly hope that it isnt true, but i know better mostly. Its a very good poem through, and is very relatable...good job!


  • beautifull-ugly228
    May 24, 2008
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    Very well written I liked it a lot. My only complaint is in your authors notes if you could put the inspiration in it. thankyou other than that it was amazing I liked it a lot. so far well these 3 entries ive gotten they have been awesome totally rad.