Blood and tears seem to fall like rain.

The pain and misery.

A gun ,a knife, or a rope hanging

from the ceiling.

Which do I prefer.

Create a system

To use all three.

If anyone truely cared

They would've stopped me.

Something as painful

As suffication.

Closing my eyes brings peace.

I know I will regret.

The picture in my mind.

The gun wounds grow inch by inch.

And nothing to stop it.

Life being suffocated

By the cruel hand of death.

But will they bury me.

Please now, Don't you cry.

Please, sing my lullaby.

It may be all that's left.

I'm still without you.

I've been hiding in the dark.

Look at what it's done.

I'm fading away.

Sinking and falling under.

I grow lonelier each day.

What I'll truely remember.

That night,....

While the stars were dancing like rain.

Topics: poem
  • May 14, 2010
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Quote:Originally posted by: Grand_Raven
Awesome.....just awesome.
Thank you ^^ if you liked this one you might want to check out my other poems on my blogs u might like them.
  • May 16, 2010
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Quote:Originally posted by: SecretAgentEdElricniccceeeeee thanx =)
  • May 16, 2010
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