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I'm on my hands,
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Begging, please.
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
My world;
My spark.
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Begging, please.
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
My world;
My spark.
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
Literature
Suicide
You called me up,
crying,
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
Your death,
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
Literature
Suicide
Slash my wrists
Slit my throat
Feeling the drain of blood
Feeling empty
Days long past passing before my eyes
Have no feeling now
I see nothing but black
No fire, no bright light
No nothing
Just Nothing
Nothing exists after death
Noting not you, and not me
Nothing
Than I awake
With the blade still in my hand
Untouched by my blood
I put it down and walked into the black abyss
Called life.
Literature
Suicide
Suicide
Tortured, suffering, living in pain
haunted by his past
he writes a letter to his family and friends
and for unknown reasons laughs.
He thought he was alone and uncared for
he heavens a sigh of grief
tears flow freely from his eyes
he seeks to find relief.
Into his room he silently went
is parents not to wake
takes the revolver from his drawer
his hands begin to shake.
A loud noise echoes through the house
his parents run indred
for on the floor with a gun at his side
in a pile of blood their son lay dead.
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Rhyming scheme poem about a troubled girl and how her boyfriend broke her heart by cheating on her, so she committed suicide.
In no way does this poem relate to myself or to anyone I know.
Written on 03/23/2011.
In no way does this poem relate to myself or to anyone I know.
Written on 03/23/2011.
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....this...is a huge story of my life..only the hospital kept me alive...