By Skye
I grip my wrist as i watch the blood drip away, no one even bothered to ask me to stay.
A tear rolls down my cheek as my life goes by, a life of depression and many lies.
"This is the end?" yes I'm afraid it is so, soon you will be dead and colder than the snow.
More blood begins to fall, finally time to forget it all.
The broken heart will finally heal, no more pain left to feel.
The eternal sleep I desperately crave, only achieved when I reach the grave.
A blood stained note lay on my bed, eternal bliss lies ahead.
An image pops in my head, all my friends are glad I'm dead.
That smile slowly begins to fade, so this is what comes from the blade?
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Depressing poetry
PuisiAll of the poems I've written, starting with my first and ultimately ending with the last. These are poems about depression, love, and just being misunderstood! Please read all (especially the most recent for they are the best) and vote/comment plea...
