I hear it faintly..my name
Friends, family..calling out to me
But I'm engulfed in a flame
Which they can never see
I wanted to close my eyes
Just let my soul rest
Because we'll all die
And I gave it my best
I just feel so dead
I'm simply tired of living
But now my arms are blood shed
I feel the knife slipping
I wanted it to end
That I won't say goodbye
But to my closest friends
I'll wait for you after I die
It's my turn to sleep
By my own hand
But please do not weep
I know, this wasn't planned
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
PoetryThese are the writings of my thoughts. Read for your pleasure or to peak into my mind, your choice. Everything here I have written myself and I own alone. If you wish to copy or use any of these writings, please do ask first. Leave some feedback, I'...
