Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
Oh cut-throat world,
What do you know?
Cut my throat,
'Nother one will grow.

So slash my wrists
You'll soon see
The pulse in my veins
Is wrist free.

Why chop my legs!
You won't believe,
I'll still run,
Isn't mine to grieve.

Do what you wish,
Hurt clear of mend.
You know what I am?
A start with no end.
For those time you want to yell up at the starry sky, "go on, I dare ya, do your worst!!"
Written by
S S  Australia
Please log in to view and add comments on poems