Dead Poetic

(6/28/96 / Springfield)

I'm Done


I’m done with this knife I’m done with this blade
I can’t keep living in this masquerade.
I can change my life and make it fun
So with that depression I am done
There will be times
When I want to die
Depression will take over
Until I find my lucky clover
I have it now
Here’s my bow
As I change my life
Without a knife.

Submitted: Thursday, July 21, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 22, 2011

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  • Herojit Philem (12/13/2012 7:27:00 AM)

    Killing self is sin...! ! ! ! I had depression few weeks ago...even tried of suicide...! You may read the poem Suicide- In the life of death Hero....! ! In my poem list..! ! (Report) Reply

  • Chris Blazo (10/2/2012 1:06:00 PM)

    Very good. It seems like death almost won. I'm glad you changed your mind. Thank you clover! (Report) Reply

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