As she sits in her room
staring at the wall
wondering if shes worthy
of life at all
As she clenches the blade
in her left fist
moving towards her wrist
saying to herself 'i need to do this'
As she cries out her pain
moving the blade from her wrist to her neck
trembling with worry
she knows this is best
As she slides the blade down
making sure to cut deep
the cries come to a hault
as her blood seeps
As she lies there struggling
her breathing becomes heavy
she knew when she started
she was dying already
As everything stops
and the clock stops ticking
pain was her pleasure
she was never worth living
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Written July 6th, 2004
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hey. i was aimlessly searching the site and happened to stumble across your page. im glad i did
. this is beautiful..i honestly don't care too much for cutting poems, but this is amazing. i don't really care for rhyming poems much either...however, this did not sound cheesy or forced. fantastic! must read more
peace love and blood,
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i like you poem alot. its good but sad too. it reminds me of myself. hope everythingi s ok. i know alot of people say this but if you want ot talk im here so jsut im me. keep up the writing
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