Deana Rode

Rookie (October 1980 / West Covina, CA)

(1998) Depression - Poem by Deana Rode

Stab me with your rusty knives
I don't care
I've given up my quest for acceptance
Left my dream of peace

Cut me all your evil mind wants
I beg you to let me die

I want to lie here on the floor
Bleed to nothingness in the night
Perhaps then my soul will fly

Unite with the wind and muggy air
Feel the warmth of joy's arms

So do what you want to my useless heart
Chop me to pieces or burn me alive

If death is my only way to salvation
Then I want to open the darkened door now.

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  • (2/6/2008 10:26:00 AM)

    good work must been dark time for you (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, April 6, 2012

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