I hate my life i want to die
all i ever do is seem to cry
i deepen the cuts along my wrists
the blood it runs deep in my fists
you dont care about me or what i do
my lifes an open wound with or without you
you mademe this way a depressed little bitch
Im like someone whos happy but has a glitch
i show my smile but its all a lie
id rather fake it then breakdown and cry
my eyes they burn from all the tears
i wish i could shar with you all of my fears
I'll slit my throat and make you see
what the hell you've done to me
im dieing now and you dont care
i know that this is hard to bare
with my last gasp i speak your name
my life is gone what a damn shame














Comments
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Hollow inside... no feelings to hold me down, I'll go where the wind goes...
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it is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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tonight's a p e r f e c t night to die
& what i've got planned is a b e a u t i f u l suicide
the phone's disconnected,
the cord tied in a knot
-quite a distorted image-
in twelve minutes I drop
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tonight's a p e r f e c t night to die
& what i've got planned is a b e a u t i f u l suicide
the phone's disconnected,
the cord tied in a knot
-quite a distorted image-
in twelve minutes I drop
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I'm a poem junky who rights what she feels!
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