Suddenly, I find I’m not sleeping,
It’s impossible when you live alone,
In this world that death is too close to.
The pain I feel, will it ever stop?
I wish for it to lift from my heavy heart,
so I can feel happiness again.
I sharpen my blades,
Hang a strongly tied rope,
And stand on the railing of my balcony.
I’m preparing for the pain,
Of this sadness of being alone,
prepared to do something rash.
If I don’t make it through this,
This new sadness,
Don’t call for any help…
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prompt 4.
A contest entry
- (Un)Comfortable in my Skin or I will (not) be fine by ixtli.
450 points, ended July 12, 2008, 10 entries
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this is really well written! go airy!
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