Late nights' bring pain,
outside i hear the rain.
from my wrists does my life drain.
my hand twists and turns sloppily,
a final goodbye note i do see.
i call my friends and say the deed is done
hanging up i pull the gun,
a loud crack!
in the chest, out the back.
I fall to the floor in a deep pool of life,
all i can see is my knife
my world turns dark
the last thing i see is my wrists mark..
A contest entry
- Give me something DARK PW allowed by Elle Kaye.
800 points, ended August 13, 2008, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
emo is a lifestyle not a lable
Comments
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You have expressed your emotions vividly with this poem. Thank you for entering this contest
just a note to ask you to check that you have followed the rules - I wish you the best of luck when it comes to judging!
Keep writing
Polly
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this is...interesting.a different type of poem.but ok.
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