my death is forever,
its like i flirt with suicide,
my depresion is painfull,
I always have a knife,
death is not for lovers,
It never goes away,
my depresion is clever,
so everyone becarefull,
my depresion is never fun,
thats why soon ill grab the gun,
my depresion makes me alone,
now that im never home.
its like i flirt with suicide, great line... and your ending rings a bell with me I love it.. great job. I am going to add it to my favs. Becca
dont think that no one cares there r some people that do care so dont forget that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every poem of yours brings tears to my eyes, this one shows so clearly how depressed you are