The knife against my wrist
I start to cut slowly
and I clench my hand into fists
I feel a slight pain at the start
I bet it would hurt less
if I were to rip out my own heart
At least this makes the pain go away
while everyone ignores me
or laughs in my face
Can someone tell me why...
I have to live
this terrible thing called life
DU LIEST GERADE
LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller
PoesiePoems and quotes about love, suicide, life... Written by me Note: I don't write with feelings and don't dare steal what's on here "Talent is a gift waiting to be opened"
