Grab the knife,
And spill the blood,
Spill alot, or it won't kill,
Just grab the knife.
Hand it off when you are done,
Your not the only one who wants to leave,
You seek peace, and I seek darkness,
So pass the knife so I can have it.
Pass it off, and let me die,
Let me have darkness,
Let me fly; into the darkness, and out of the pain,
Out of the living hell I live everyday.
So spill my blood, and walk away.
What did you think
Comments
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dis is a great poem n wat makes it great is its from u n wat goes on in ur mind keep it up
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It Was Pretty Good but....
I liked this poem but i thought it was a little depressing....im used to reading happy poems but in general it was still really well written!

