I once had a reason for living
What I used to call my life
But what is there now?
Nothing but a portrait of misery
The people of my past
Flashing before my eyes
The hurtful things they said
Their faces haunting my thoughts
I cant keep living like this
I can take the easy way out
To end this pain I am living
But how?
The gun or the knife?
Maybe the long blade
They hang before me
Calling out to me
I could take it now
And end it all
But something keeps it back
Someone from behind
My friend
Someone I love
Keeping me from the easy way out
My reason for living
Author notes
This is probably the least dark thing I have ever written, so I dont know what everyone else will think
A contest entry
- Attention To Detail. by November-Dani.
400 points, ended November 3, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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very nice i like it
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nice nice nice.
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that s a great one josh you should ones like that more ofen
laura
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Thanks lol. Im not sure whether to be scared of myself or to think, "Wow, I am good at this"
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Very well done, and yes this is rather happy for you. Haha. This is fantastic, very well written. Thanks for entering.
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awesome poem josh.....another great write..good luck in the contest!!
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