Poem -
Misery
Can’t you see?
There is nothing left of me.
No more hope.
Only one way to cope.
This terrifyingly beautiful knife,
Dragged across skin to end my life.
Violently crimson blood,
Rushes like a flood.
With trembling hands,
Life leaves me like an hourglass’ sands
Darkness creeps into view,
My arm painted a bright red hue.
My end is nigh,
Goodbye.
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Comments
That's not true. There is so much left of you...it comes from your pen and leaves a tremendous impression upon the page. You use it so well...continue to do so.
Welcome to Cosmofunnel. You have found a home here.
J ;)
Hi Ryn Della I Â agree with Jason.Â
Your write is great I would love to read more of yourÂ
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Welcome to CosmoÂ
Best Wishes DebsÂ
Profound write.
But please tell me it's not true.
A powerful write but I hope it is not true . Take care rockÂ
Anything that feels real to me. I can understand. Depression is real topic. Very serious poem...