The knife looks better everyday.
The blade taunts me,
I look at my empty hand and wonder,
Is this my chance to be free?
I take the object and hold it close,
My heart beating fast,
I close my eyes and smile,
I'll be out of my prison at last.
But then I see a person,
I can't identify,
Telling me to stop my hand,
From pushing the knife inside.
I smile and drop the blade,
As I recall the memory,
That at least 1 person,
Will truly miss me.
I look at you and smile,
Recalling all my memories with you,
I run to you and smile,
Hugging you and crying too.
I thank you for always being there,
To support and comfort me,
Telling me to hang onto my life,
And that death is not the only way to be free.
So, if you ever feel down,
Don't hesitate to come and talk to me,
Because I will try to fill the void,
The void in your heart that feels empty.
- Bianca Nicole (InfiniteStory10)
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Dedicated To:
and many others.
I am truly sorry if I didn't add your name onto this, but you are included too.
Thank you for brightening up my day. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for just your mere existance. Thank you. Thank you for just being you. You are important to me. Everyone is. You don't know how grateful I am to have met people like you. Thank you.
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Poetry[Highest rank: #1 in expression] I was in a bad place when I wrote these poems. Read at your own risk. Now I just look back and admire my rhyming skills though. All of these poems and quotes are thought up by me. I made them up from scratch and it i...
