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

life is pain and suffering

Strife, pain, darkness and suffering, this is my life,
End my life and give me death instead,
My mind and soul screams to the depths of hell,
This life is too cold, I would rather be dead.

My blood flows free and unrestrained,
From my cuts, deep and all to clear,
The world grows dark, my time has come,
My mind is scared, but my eyes do not tear.

I have nothing to live for, nothing to dream,
This is the choice I have made, why can't you see?
Do not try and save me, my soul is already dead,
I have waited for this for so long, this is for me.

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:47

Tags Dead  Suffering  Pain 

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