Treasure Island

Naomi Burdett

(03/09/1991 / Basildon)

My Death


My Death

As the first cut is made
My tears are repaid
My veins split in two
The cause is you
My skin burns away from my bone
No longer hearing the awful drone
Of my tears falling to the ground
No longer will I hear that sound
Blood starts to drip from the wound on my arm
What did you do to make me self harm
My fingers start to go numb
This is no fun
No fun for me but you still cant see
All of what you are doing to me
As you turn your back on your life
I find I am using the knife
Like a gunshot stabbing through my soul
You watch the rise of my death toll
And as all the happiness and love is left
You stand by me and watch my death

Submitted: Saturday, June 18, 2005
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  • David Zvekic (6/18/2005 2:22:00 PM)

    A nice piece. It seems somewhat incomplete. Some lines seem to have the wrong meter, which make it jarring to read. (Report) Reply

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