The skin of my wrist to the blade of this knife
I just want to die, I'm sick of this life
I wanted to believe all the things that you said
But the feelings I once had for you are now dead
You told me you loved me, you said that you cared
But you lied and now I know that life isn't fair
Now I sit in this empty room with a gun to my head
Don't try and stop me,1 shot and I'm dead.
Well that is compelling and passionate. Don't do it tho' because life is an endurance race not a sprint. Take risks. Perhaps you would enjoy the poem i wrote entitled, ' the most dangerous pain' (about falling out of love) .
I'm gonna message you about this particular poem, I'm really curious about what your inspiration was, Its a very good write _Kyle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know wat u feel....and sometimes i feel like you great poem5/5