Suicide part2, by little_irish_rose Subscribe to rss feed for little_irish_rose 

 Blackened room,
tinted windows,
bars against the glass.

 Tears of pain,
constant crying,
cuts all over my arms.

 Blood dripping,
tastes like heaven,
nothing to live for.

 Craving suicide,
wanting death,
let the pain go away.

 Blinded by blood,
mute by tears,
dead by morning.

 Leaving home,
going home,
the work of a dead girl.
Posted: 2005-08-06 08:11:11 UTC
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2005-08-22 18:27:29Rodriguez De Paulo
Me Again...A nice sequal to number 1. I really like the way you portray your feeling in your poems! Good Job!

2005-08-24 02:47:31little_irish_rose
thanx..... there's a third one i jus have to go through all my poetry binders and try to find it.....

2005-09-07 01:44:17little_irish_rose
for all the people who like my suicide poems i made a fourth one to the other three.... i have to find the third one but the fourth will be coming on shortly

2006-11-06 00:36:35User
Wow..I wonder how is the third one like..I will see it..