SUICIDE
I stand here,
With a knife in my hand,
I stand here hoping for an end,
Take me away,
Where life is gone,
And where I will hopefully stay,
You're my saviour,
If you let me die,
Will you cry?
Will you care?
That's what people think when they just want it to be fair,
They want to die,
They want to leave,
Will anyone cry?
Will anyone grieve?
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I'm sorry if your sick of my depression poems, but they are kinda easy to write. Thanks for all the new votes and reads. WELCOME MY NEW READERS.
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Define it.
ПоэзияThe title says it all. I define things. I define things to the smallest part of that word or thing and my deepest thoughts. I guess you could call it a poem just without rhyming. Read it. See what you think.... Read it. Hear it. See it. Feel it...
