WHAT
THE PAIN THE PRESSURE ITS ALL BUILDING UP
I JUST WANT IT TO BE GONE
BUT HOW?
TALKING...
NO TOO PERSONAL
WRITING...
NO TOO EMBARISING IF SOMEONE FOUND IT
WHAT DO I DO?
I START TO WALK, BUT IM MOVING IN A DIECTION AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE I AM GOING
MY BODY KNOWS WHERE IT IS
BUT MY MIND IS LOST
THERE IS SOMTHING IN MY HAND
BUT WHAT
MY EYES ARE CLOSED
ITS COLD AND SHARP
MY BODY IS TAKING ME SOMEWHERE
MY ROOM I THINK
THE PAIN THE PRESSURE IS BUILDING UP
I WANT TO SCREAM BUT I CANT
THE OBJECT MACKS ITS WAY TO MY WRIST
I TRY TO PULL IT AWAY BUT I CANT, I JUST CANT
I START TO THINK, THIS IS NOT WORTH IT
THEN THE MEMORIES COME FLOODING BACK
THE MEMORIES THAT PUT ME HERE
THE PRESSURE, ITS BECOMING TO MUCH TO HANDLE
FINALY THE KNIFE IT SLICES MY WRIST
THE PAIN...
IT HURT
BUT IT BRINGS A SMILE TO MY FACE
BUY WHY?
DOES IT MAKE ME HAPPY BECAUSE THE PRESSURE IS NOW LEAVING ME?
OR...
DO I SMILE BECAUSE I NOW RELIZE I HAVE FOUND SOMTHING TO USE AS MY WAY OUT?
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