Suicide

By Cutie In A Death Cab • January 20, 2005 22:36 UTC

I'm racking my brain I'm shaking my head I'm forcing myself To get out of bed I'm dying I'm crying And lying As I'm sighing I wan't to call But I can't even crawl To the phone I'm so alone I blame myself I'm so weak It's all my fault That things look bleak I search for strength to hold on tight But my grasp is loose So is my sight Blurry vision Makes it hard And now my wrists Are red and scarred I want to cry I want to die I want to live But I can't try

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April 26, 2005 12:01Candy

I really like your poems, I've read most of them. I just joined this site, and your's is one of tha first that I've read, Thanks for tha inspiration to write.
-Candy

November 16, 2005 23:14Crimson_Tide915

very nice, i know you probably dont do that stuff but i dont like it when people do but it was a good poem liked it a lot

September 2, 2006 02:35*Psychopathic Child*

i really like this poem it really makes a lot of sense. great job