this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


death is the answer

Death is the answer,
I choose to end my life.
No more darkness without light,
No more pain and strife.

Death is the answer,
To my fast flowing tears,
No longer can I fight,
Against the world and its sneers.

Death is the answer,
It is something I don't fear.
No one will miss me,
Yet everyone will cheer.

Death is the answer,
I pick up my knife,
The sharpness glints invitingly,
Goodbye to my life.

Death is the answer...




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:30

Tags Death  Knives  Fear 

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