toms_girl
06-17-2004, 01:46 PM
Hey. this is a poem i wrote, if you could give your opinions that would br gr8! my feelings have not influenced this poem, but the feelings of others around me.
I’ve had enough
The pain that rushes through me, too hard to bare,
The people who surround me, too fake to care.
The scars are hidden, deep inside
My feelings not shown, I try to hide,
My burning mind, my broken heart,
My empty soul, as I fall apart.
At nights I sit, knife to hand,
Watch the blade of demand, use me use me don’t abuse me.
I do as it says, and dig it deep,
In little belief, it might help me sleep.
A beautiful morning, seems so dull,
The sun looks down, like a broken skull.
As I lay in all my hurt, pain curses through me,
Shake off all the dirt, the scum that surrounds me.
Evil hovering still, my mind playing tricks, as the adrenalin drills.
I’ve had enough, I can’t go on,
I always seem to do everything wrong,
I have a choice, too easy to make,
Easy to commit, with no hearts to break.
I mean nothing to no one, and they mean nothing to me,
Pick up the knife, to let my spirit free.
It’s begging, pleading, please let me out,
Curl into a ball as I hear it shout,
I’ve had enough; your life is done,
Just one move of the knife, then I can run.
The pressure builds up, all my anger and fear,
The hate is too strong, and my thoughts unclear.
Confusion fills my head, as I say my Goodbyes,
On a piece of paper, with tear filled eyes.
The tears they drip, cool and fast,
I can finish this now, forgetting the past.
I raise the knife, no second thoughts,
I’ll finish this now, no mess to sort.
Goodbye mum, goodbye dad,
Good bye cruel world, an evil life was had.
I’ve had enough
The pain that rushes through me, too hard to bare,
The people who surround me, too fake to care.
The scars are hidden, deep inside
My feelings not shown, I try to hide,
My burning mind, my broken heart,
My empty soul, as I fall apart.
At nights I sit, knife to hand,
Watch the blade of demand, use me use me don’t abuse me.
I do as it says, and dig it deep,
In little belief, it might help me sleep.
A beautiful morning, seems so dull,
The sun looks down, like a broken skull.
As I lay in all my hurt, pain curses through me,
Shake off all the dirt, the scum that surrounds me.
Evil hovering still, my mind playing tricks, as the adrenalin drills.
I’ve had enough, I can’t go on,
I always seem to do everything wrong,
I have a choice, too easy to make,
Easy to commit, with no hearts to break.
I mean nothing to no one, and they mean nothing to me,
Pick up the knife, to let my spirit free.
It’s begging, pleading, please let me out,
Curl into a ball as I hear it shout,
I’ve had enough; your life is done,
Just one move of the knife, then I can run.
The pressure builds up, all my anger and fear,
The hate is too strong, and my thoughts unclear.
Confusion fills my head, as I say my Goodbyes,
On a piece of paper, with tear filled eyes.
The tears they drip, cool and fast,
I can finish this now, forgetting the past.
I raise the knife, no second thoughts,
I’ll finish this now, no mess to sort.
Goodbye mum, goodbye dad,
Good bye cruel world, an evil life was had.