Here i am playing with the knife
Here i am playing with my life
Here i am in great despair
everything to lose
and beyond repair
Here i am as the tears trickle
and the pain spikes
death is inevitable
but by what hand will it strike
Here i am no more...
- Author: danny1972012 ( Offline)
- Published: March 18th, 2016 16:40
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about depression, and how it corrupts the mind into acting out irrational thoughts.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 40
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