The knifes in my hand
right at my throat
ready to slice
and take away my fragile life
it aint worth it nemore
this life of pain and anger
1 hand movement and i wont care
sure everyone will weep
i weep also..
here i lay waiting to die
starving this body
here death comes
what ive been waiting for
wait..can you hear it?
the horror screams of a thousand dark nights
there they weep..all for me...
my body lay still
death is here
god..this is great
death is here
Freedom at last
dead i am dead
This is how i feel inside
My emotion gone except for the pain
Dead inside
See how i hide my death
Fake Fake Fake
2006-09-01
06:33:52
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➔ Psychology
I wrote this poem when i wanted to die..i have truly died insade and no one seems to notice or care....I want to be alone and die..ive stopped eating...and everything
2006-09-01
06:49:19 ·
update #1