I sit on the couch,
whispering my silent ouch.
A knife falls down on the floor,
this life won't ever be like it was before.
Leaving my life,
I say goodbye.
Goodbye to my friends,
this is the time when all my trying ends.
Trying to be what you wanted,
trying to be fine.
Instead of it,
I just fell down on the hard ground.
Opening another wound,
not making any sound.
Now you can see,
this is why i wanted you to let me be.
So now i say goodbye.
My life ends here,
with a knife on the floor.
Goodbye to you,
Goodbye you all.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
