My river death
I run down the side walk tears falling down my face.
He didn’t care anyone cared.
The world hated the site of me.
My destination comes close.
The blade in my hand starts to slice deeper
And deeper in to my palm. I had sharpened
The blade the night before ready for another
Disappointment to ruin my life. The bridge
Comes up the fog circles around it like it had been waiting for me.
Come, come and give me your problems your sorrows your hatred.
The rive down below sings to me.
I have been waiting for you to visit me it says.
Then roars you can be in peace so come.
I look at the roaring water hungery for the cold slashes on my face as
I sink to the bottom of it.
I am coming I tell it as I pull out my blade that is covered in my blood.
I place the blade at my neck and pull. I feel my life slip away
Author notes
This poem dose not tell what I feel right now. I just think it is amazing I thoout it up so fast.te he
This is a poem that just came to me when some one posted a contest.
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amazing
as i was reading this, i thought of the email u sent me and i started freaking out, but then i read ur author notes, lol. this is so amazing!
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