A thousend sharp knives
being stabbed into my chest,
I try to push them away
but they wont give it a rest,
I look up at the stars
and give a horrifying scream,
I'ts come to this
where I'm dying in a dream,
My eyes are glassy
they're cold and just stare,
If you try to save me
I'll cause your death, so beware,
I'm living in this place
it feels like I'm burning in hell,
each day becomes harder
I'm crawling deeper into my shell,
Would it be so wrong
if I took my life tonight,
because I really need
to end this mental fight.
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A contest entry
- when life hurts too much by Mountainwhispers.
450 points, ended November 1, 2008, 13 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Wrote this when I was very depro.
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awsome I had goose bumps the whole time i read it
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A thousand knives buried into your chest would explain why it is so hard to breathe sometimes.
And if they are deep enough, it would also give some insgiht as to why the spine sometimes twitches and spasms uncontrollably.
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Amazing
Purely Amazing..
this poem so good..i dont know how to express it
you have great talent
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i like it alot
you really should write about family 2 -
I know how you feel and that was an awesome way of putting it.
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Life may seem bad at times but when you are down the only place to go is back up.Never give in to sorrow.
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