
It is a poem in the making I'm stuck on the ending or at least the next few lines so I wanted your opinion and maybe you can help me with this awful writers block I've been having
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 405 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 03-13-10 - Published: 02-22-10 - id: 5768791
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Rachel and me have added on to this poem but made a couple small changes to the rest of it to flow better. With that being said I just put the whole here again.
Enjoy and you reading mean very much to me.
He shouldn't be worth my time
He shouldn't be worth this pain
This is not a simple rhyme
My life is not a love game
I've spent to long crying
And too long wishing
Behind these blood shot eyes
My soul lies wilting
I have no wish to die
But no will to live
I have nothing more to offer,
Nothing left to give
Apologies will go unanswered
Forgiven he will be not
He's left me with sorrow
Felling lonely and Distraught
For trust no longer exists
With promises broken
Let the blood drain from wrists
Arms stained red
I pull down my sleeve
Yet the feeling never leaves
My souls turned black
From the endless feelings to lack
Let rivers of ash flow around me
For my no longer beats red
And forever my tears will always shed
*Okay before I end this I would like to say that I am very much against suicide and cutting, I'm not emo nor is my friend Rachel who help write this poem. If you ever feel depressed or have suicidal thoughts I will try to be there, I wrote this poem in honor of Robert a family friend who committed suicide a few years ago. Heres to you go Robert where ever you are we miss you…………
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