My fingers are beginning to fray.
My hands are beginning to decay.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know if I want to stay.
I just want it all to stop.
I just want to take it all away.
My arms are beginning to fray.
My shoulders are beginning to decay
There is only one thing to do.
That thing, does not include my stay.
I just have to make it all stop.
I just have to take it all away.
My neck is beginning to fray.
My head is beginning to decay.
This is what I have to do.
Not tomorrow, but today.
I hold the knife if my frayed hands.
I have to take my life away.
My smile has frayed,
My eyes catch the light,
as I begin to fade away.
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The Green Book (Poetry)
PoetryThis book includes many subjects of poetry including sad, happy, thoughtful, anger, current events, and much more. This is all my personal poetry written by myself. Enjoy.
