Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)

Untitled Emotive - Poem by Anita Clark

What's the point in getting up,
When all I want's to die....

When I couldn't give a shit about myself,
And feelings mutual with everyone else...

I'll take this little dagger,
Right at the back of my mind,

I'll take this little dagger,
I'll cut. I'll stab,

I want this pain, I deserve it more,
But it wont work, I can't feel...

I always said I was feeling cold...
I'm now completely numb.

I want to hurt I want to kill, I want rid of....
Myself....

take me to the abyss, just where I belong...
Take me to the edge, and throw me over-board.

Hey the sun painted a smile over my lips,
Peacefullness, peacefullness...

Took so much to get here,
Took a lot of hurt,

Took everything I had to get here...
Took everything above.

Least the new one will be fun,
To restart something that never really begun.

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  • (5/3/2006 5:17:00 PM)


    Great write, but it's got me worried about you...sending you a very big hug.
    Anna xxx
    PS Thanks for your comments.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010


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