I sit across this white page
As I scribble about my rage
Writing the words out of my cage
Lying them around the stage
Looking at myself is so depressing
Yet I look at the wound that won't cease bleeding
Is my death what I am yearning
Not a fairy tale life of happy ending
I just wonder if you will care if I leave
But maybe such thought is too naive
This is what I can believe
My death is all I want to achieve
Now you search for me but I am gone
I am not here, I am lost
Of all the betrayal this is the cost
Into my grave I am tossed
So take my coffin and my corpse
Throw me into the blazing thorns
For you I'll kiss Satan's horns
As these blood drops my face adorns
As for that body that you now mourn
The one you once left abused and lorn
I am dead, filthy rotten by your scorn
The one you lurched me into your forlorn
Don't think I will watch the sunrise
And that I never heard your advise
What really killed me was my own demise
With all my own betraying lies
Just read this my suicide note
The one that in my tears floats
The one that in this paper I wrote
With the blood of my sliced throat
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Extremely intense poem, Keep writing about your feelings, they come across very powerfully. Others will be able to identify with what you are going through, and sharing the same feelings you have. You're a very good poet, please keep sharing with us all. RoseAnn