Becka Deathslayer


It's My Time To Go... - Poem by Becka Deathslayer

Sometimes I just need the world to be over
It feels like the life I'm living is worthless
Hated
Frustrated
ComplicatedPlease somebody help me
This knife to my wrist
It's lost all it's meaning, but i'm an addict
I can't help these feelings, these thoughts of suicide
So I hold the knife across my veins
and I wait and I watch my tears stain the rug
as my blood flows silently down
and i laugh, i'm happy for the first time i know
that this time i'm right - it's my time to go...

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  • Rakchas - (6/19/2012 1:54:00 AM)


    best of the sad poems! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2005



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