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Post by Sheeta on Dec 20, 2006 17:45:05 GMT -5
I cried until my tears ran dry.
I held the knife so close, all I wanted was to die.
I thought so foolishly that if I had someone here that would enjoy me the way you used to that all my depression would go away.
I cant take it, I swear I'll end it one day.
Soon or later I cant be sure.
Spoiled, rotten, is our love that was once so pure.
It hurts so much that I've finally become numb, I cant live anymore.
I wish to say goodbye, and something else so true that I should have said earlier to you.
I love you
But of course I'm sure you don't feel the same anymore
All these twisted feelings are driving me mad.
So I'll end it all, and close that one final door.
Maybe without me always tormenting you so, you will finally once in your life be glad.
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Post by Gothic Lolita on Dec 20, 2006 18:28:41 GMT -5
If this is something happening in your life then I congratulate you for having the bravery and honesty to write this. If not, then ever better, because you've picked up on the feelings that a lot of people feel. Even though it's upsetting to know that people go through this, I think this is a brilliant poem and I really do like it
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