Just a thought away from suicide I have one foot in the grave And though I yearn to live my life I'll never recover from my mistakes God may forgive me for my sins But I can't take that chance Because I've done too much, thus far And my mind's dizzy from the devils dance My sins weigh heavy on my heart And my life's as scarred as my wrists With this knife in my hand, I cut one more time To watch the blood flow, I couldn't resist This world is fading, it is getting dark And my eyes are beginning to close Could I have ever made something of myself But now it's too late and I'll never know
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeSep 6, 2012
What a tragic take on wrist cutting... Thanks for sharing
loriilondon, Greater London, England UKSep 6, 2012
as soon as you were starting to be the cute lovey dovey poet you hit us with something so harsh lolz ugh pass me some tissues, amazing and touching write x
I worked with a guy named Jim for a short period of time. I remember him as two grades above me in high school. I don't know weather he was bullied in school or at home, but he had so many razor scars on his arms, you couldn't count them. That a person would have that much emotional pain that physical harm to themselves would clense their souls from pain, it is just trajic. At least now he is on disability and doesn't have to endure the inhumanity any more.
RedexNorthumberland, England UKSep 6, 2012
such a sad tragic poem nonetheless a good read as depicts the condition fully.
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Thanks for sharing
Lorii