Long time ago
I miss him
but he doesn't care
he turns his head, as I look him in the eye
he turns away from me and says...
"I don't know you, get away from me."
as those words slip out of his mouth my heart sank.
and my depression comes back to me
I wanted to drive the sharp knife across my wrist
one last time
I wanted to say my final good bye
I just wanted to fall asleep
one last time and never wake...
posted by Angie @ 8/18/2006 08:09:00 AM
2 Comments:
Very scary and to the point.
I will remind myself that the character in a poem is not necessarily the writer.
i like this, people can relate, especially GIRLS.
and hey now, don't slit your wrists because your creative writing class will be very upset.
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