OK. This poem is my property, my idea, my work. In short it belongs to me. If you like it (though I doubt you will) you can put it on your site just ask permission first, k? The same goes for the rest of my stuff. If you try to say its your work I'll come and make you regret it, cos don't ask how but I know where you live *g*. Oh and FEEDBACK PLEASE.



Goodbye.



Weeping, weeping in the corner

Crying while life passes you by.

People, people all around you,

None of them stop to ask you why.

No matter how close you get,

You'll never do it.

With the knife pressed to your wrist,

You'll never do it.

No matter how much you want to say

Goodbye.

Bruise, bruises cover your face,

Trying to make them go away.

Bleeding, bleeding on the ground,

Like every time he comes your way.

No matter how close you get,

You'll never do it.

With the knife pressed to your wrist,

You'll never do it.

No matter how much you want to say

Goodbye.

Guessing, guessing he'll come again,

Next time he feels he wants to play.

Knowing, knowing you won't leave,

Frightened to try, come what may.

No matter how close you get,

You'll never do it.

With the knife pressed to your wrist,

You'll never do it.

No matter how much you want to say

Goodbye.