Running Thin Poem by KaylaMarie Phillips
Running Thin
I let the blade cut my skin, my hope and drive are running thin.
I know I have to but I can't decide, There has to be a better way than suicide.
If I was brave enough I'd do it in a minute, because this isn't something I can forget.
I've tried to give it time, but we both know I'm not fine.
No matter what you say, nothing can make me okay.
There's so many things going wrong, I guess I'm just too far gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Inspiring others through your poetry will help them hold on to life. Spread your wings and write - it will do more good than killing yourself. Writing is a gift from God, He loves when you use the gifts He gives. There is a reason you were given this particular one. You are touching others souls. You reached mine. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn.