I want out of this,
Out of this hell,
I don't exist,
Feel the pills slide down my throat,
You did this.
Write a suicide note,
I'm not going to regret this.
Feel the tears and hate,
Blade down my arm,
And I wish I could feel this.
Let the blade slip,
Feel my stomach squeeze,
I want out of this.
The warm water dances round me,
The red water washes me,
Shut my eyes,
I'm not going to regret this.
Feel nothing at all,
So hollow,
So nothing as I slip.
Away I go,
I will not regret this,
Cos I don't exist.
Author notes
Normally I wouldn't write a poem like this. It's for a contest, so I'm excused I hope. eh whatever
A contest entry
- Kill Me by LullabyxxDreamer.
600 points, ended July 4, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What does this mean to you? What do you think this song means?
Comments
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Yeah...I would say you are excused. Great poem...great Job.
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Let the blade slip,
Feel my stomach squeeze,
I want out of this.
I love that.
I really like your poemssssss.
and I have a headache.
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I really like this, Its like a suicidal mantra, depicting how many of them feel. Thats hitting it in a nutshell to me. Nice
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Stepping out of your comfort zone requires great confidence in yourself, and you have done well with this. Good luck to you in the contest.
Laura x -
great job at going out of your comfort zone, good luck
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