As I Die
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Loading ...As i sit in silence and surronded by hate.
I could never hope to find you its always to late.
I fill the slick blade on my wrist and theres no other way.
i slice in and my pulse begans to fade.
everything is going away
eyes go black, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
dont worry it will be alright
with death in i slite my wirst now say goodnight.
By Blake Smith
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Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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i like it, it sounds like something i would write
Another good poem on the deep, dark mind of the emotionally unstable. Short and catchy. We slit because its our only friend, the only thing in our lives and world that truley understands us, is the razor to the flesh. The blood shows us that we must, we must see what it is really like to be understood. Otherwise, we are but a blink in the watch of bigger forces.
wow that’s really awesome! i love this poem!!!!!
short yet so true…thats me all the way…
Sad but true, great poem….