|Blood On Your Face
Author: Steppenwoelfin PM
M for suicide. The person in this poem commits suicide because life is unbearable.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Words: 101 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-22-04 - id: 1645101
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You played with the knife
No more pain, you breathed,
And then you took your life…
Cries of grief no one ever heeded
Deafened you, deadened you.
You didn't know what to do
So you shook hands with pain
You felt there was nothing to gain
From an accursed, wretched life
You said hello to the knife.
There you are, lying on the floor…
Life was such a drag, such a bore
Now there's blood on your face
Yes, it was such a hopeless case,
And now there's blood on your face.