Misery - Poem by Michelle Phillips
I cry as i lie there,
shivering with fright.
With thunder belowing in my ears,
I stare into the night.
Cold and wet i sit there,
alone in the street.
Feeling that only death,
would make my dream complete.
For someone to miss me,
For someone to care.
Why wont anyone listen,
to find a friend is rare.
So i sat there drenched in blood,
coming from my wrist.
I had pulled a blade across it,
to fulfil my only wish.
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