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Final Resort

As I lay down
my sorrows flood my brain
and I begin to weep.
It looks like I'm going another night
without any sleep.
It seems I can never do anything right
except mess up my life.
Tears flood my eyes and
mistakes flood my brain.
But now it's too late
to take back my mistakes.
All i can do to heal the pain
is shed these tears.
When my tears are gone and
the pain returns
I must find another way to
releive the pain.
cutting my wrists will be a start
but death will be my final resort.

Author notes

please tell me what you think.... this one is kinda.... blah.... b/c ive sorta had a writers block but something happened recently that kinda unblocked the block.... so tell me what you think!!!
Written May 19th, 2004

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  • thornbleeds
    July 29, 2004
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    well, i think this is very good. i agree with insanity numba 8 on that wrist thing. dont do it. its hard enuf to cover the scars on my arms. but anyways, its a great write, very dark and full of emotion. i liked it in my own twisted way. u got talent. i think u write good. -Thorn


  • insanity08
    June 3, 2004
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    I liked this write. Have you ever tried cutting your wrists? If you haven't, I advise you not to because the scars aren't exactly pretty... keep up the good work.
    *Insanity.#08


  • brokendarkness
    May 21, 2004
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    once again i love it -