-
I sit in a dark corner
Away from the world
I have a sharp razor
But no one says a word.
With one swift movement
I would fall
Because I’m deficient
I should end it all.
I put the razor
To my wrist
The pain comes fast
So I make a fist.
With a puddle of red
And all communication misplaced
I'll soon be dead
Knowing my life was a waste.
- by Elven_Night-Warrior |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
- Skip
- Title: Waste
- Artist: Elven_Night-Warrior
- Description: A Poem i wrote when i was pissed at the world.
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: waste
- Report Post
Comments (1 Comments)
- Mud99 - 12/12/2008
- Remeber, cut down the lane not across the street. 3/5
- Report As Spam