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A short poem

Submitted:Sep 12, 2009    Reads: 69    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

As I sit in silence I'm surrounded by hate.

I could never hope to find you

It's always to late.

I feel the slick blade on my wrist and know there's no other way.

There' nothing to stop me,

Nothing you could say.

I slice in and my pulse begins to fade.

Everything going because of that blade.

Eyes grey, heart is cold, blood runs thin and I go.

Soon I shall be under; a headstone in a row

Don't worry it will be alright

With death in my sight I can now say Goodnight.


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