I sit on the floor,
A blade in my hand.
How can I live
In this lonely land?
I lived my life,
As strong as I can be
But what ever I do,
They force me not to be me.
So I push the blade against my hand,
Blood seeps out
But I don't care
Pain relieves me, no doubt.
More blood flows,
my head starts to ache.
But I don't care,
I want to live life as I create.
It's better to kill yourself
Than to live life as it is
There was no one there for you,
No one to hug nor kiss.
So, yes, I think death is better
Yes, I think loneliness can kill.
No, I think life isn't fair.
No, no one gave me a chance to follow my will.
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99 Poems
Poesíaa compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
