i feel as if everthing is falling apart. have i killed my life before it has even begun? did i ever have a life, how could i call this a life?
death, please welcome me.
broken and falling apart again,will my mind ever mend?
have i already killed my life,
before i ever picked up my knife?
my life has not even begun,
and i am already wanting to run,
into the welcoming arms of death,
coz there is nothing left,
in this cursed life for me.
let my blood flow forth and spill,
let my madness begin to kill,
let my tears cause a flood,
let it drip free, my blood,
death, please welcome me.
Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-09-07 at 11:15
Tags Death  Blood  Depression 
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