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Created on 1-22-08
The knife,
feels so warm aganist my skin.
The blood runs down,
into thick red pools.
As the tears flow,
I can't help but think I'm free atlast
You might call this suicide,
but to me it's only escape.
Escape from the pain of this life.
The pain the world feels.
Escape from everything.
So once again you call this suicide,
but that can't be i'm already dead inside.
Please Login to post comments| On January 22nd 2008 bloodyness6969 Said : | |
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dead inside... dead to the world.. dead to everyone around you.. what's the difference right? i like this.. you should come read my poem and my story.. i'm trying to post a new one... but the internet is being retarded and wont let me.. kmp for any new things that you write. ok? thanks |
