Positive Piece Of Mind

My life is rubbish,
but I dont care,

you wont see me run away,
like a athletic hare.

Slitting my wrists,
is not my thing,

and it hurts and my god,
it really does sting.

Ive been through that,
and its over now.

Ive got past that,
and I know how.

Keeping the thought,
only the positive one,

right up till the day I go,
and become forgetten and gone.



Poetry by emma-lou
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 14:45

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Melissa Ormond
Such a great poem Emma, well done!:)
2012-01-30


X.Nicky.X
i like this poem
2010-02-10


MIK136PARKS
melissa why cant you write one comment and then leave it,

an excellent text emma

best regards,

MIK
2010-02-10



I Think This Expresses How You Feel Really Well ... Well Done And Keep It UP With The Whole Wrist Thing ... Its Like A Drug Being Taken Away And You Bieng Addcited :-/
2010-02-09



:-)
2010-02-09