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Jan 2014
I took a look at my life
And what i saw made me feel so alone
I was taken hostage by a knife
So depressed, the old me is unknown

Just organs and oxygen
A lifeless sac of skin
Being this way is surely a sin
Because my heart is as empty as a tin

What shall my frail body ever do?
Maybe some blood will satisfy
It's over a girl, unfortunate but true
All i want to do is die...

Why i asked
Why you asked
Why they asked
Why did my feelings have to be masked

It was my only chance
My only hope
I take one last glance
Will i see tomorrow? Nope.

A gun or a knife
A rope or pills
Just something to take my own life
I cant even think, theres no chills

She entered my mind
Right before i cut
She must've been blind
Because now she's in a suicide rut

I cry, cut, and scream once more
Pull my finger on the gun
All because of some stupid *****
Who thought breaking my heart was fun.
vinny
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vinny  24/M/New Jersey
(24/M/New Jersey)   
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   Emily Tyler
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