Pass me a razor,
give me a knife,
one last cut
will end my life.
Laying in the dark
with a pale face,
slowly vanishing
without a trace.
Now i'm gone you cry
we laughed and played
and sang lullabys.
This won't be for long
i promise you that,
just take one look,
i'm where you last sat.
A contest entry
- prewrites round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
425 points, ended December 27, 2008, 86 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, I do hope this is just a perspective piece and not a testimonial. It is graphically real. I thought it was powerful in statement, though I'm hoping it isn't a personal thing.
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Read all your poems, all very sad but hopeful, except for one. like reading it, easy flowing yet at times makes me stop and think, makes me stop and appreciate the emotions created. here the last stanza was interesting, I have my own meaning that i took from it but i think it might be different from what you were trying to convey...it wont be long before you are gone in his eye, cuz he left like all others and you were left alone sitting at his spot..maybe?
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wow as soon as i read this i actully started crying alittle bit like noooo joke......i can relate to this...i like it
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Very painful here, how it relates so much to those who cut themselves all the time, just to fight the pain...
I hope you're feeling okay there somehow...
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