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My Escape

Contributed by screwup on Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 01:11:39 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



So filled with despair
drastic, self-destructive measures to escape
using sadness as a place for something more
I just want to go to sleep...
to never awake again
this pain, it should go away soon
cause I can't take it anymore
It's killing me slowly, very slowly
It's like you can already see the blood
flowing through my veins
and out to the air, ever so slowly
just torturing and killing me
I want you to hold my hand
I'm scared as hell
but it is almost as if it is worth
the fear growing inside of me
like an unborn child
I never wanted it to be this way...
not now...
and hopefully not ever
my sadness is just like a dull ache
that has always been there
and now finally surfacing
I don't understand why
life is so painful
and filled with sadness
doesn't anyone care?
can't anyone hear my cry for help?
can't anyone see the blood leaving my body?
Isn't there anyone to stop the bleeding before I die?
I HATE this
just want to runaway
just want to die
just want to bleed
my escape






Copyright © screwup ... [ 2004-09-03 13:11:39]
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Re: My Escape (User Rating: 1 )
by brokensoul on Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 01:49:34 PM AEST
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you really captured some emotional feelings there i loved it


Re: My Escape (User Rating: 1 )
by kidpoet_213 on Wednesday, 8th September 2004 @ 12:13:13 AM AEST
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Deanna...
This is a very good poem...and to be ur very 1st... u have found ur calling babe... just have to get u out of the suicide mode though LOL! Hey... we all write what we write... it just comes flowing out at times... we can't control it. It's whatever God puts on our hearts to write... U take care... love ya... by all means... keep the pen to the paper and keep writing whatever ur desires for u to write.
~Donna~




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