Dying Poem by Miss Merryn
Dying
As I sit here in my room,
Watching the blood flow,
Out of my wrist,
Wondering why I did it again,
Then I remember this time,
It was due to love,
No matter what I do,
No matter how hard I try,
I still get treated the same,
Dying in helping,
Dying is the answer,
Suicide, please for give myself
Saturday, February 9, 2008
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Miss Merryn
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 4:05:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
