Suicide

by Shen Tao Kaiying - Capricorn

With knife of silver,
blood be spilt,
upon torn up flesh
of pain-felt guilt.

Be not tired,
and be not sore,
be not deemed fake,
evermore.

My wrist it bleeds,
the blood doth slide,
no more shall I breath,
I kneal to you;
Suicide.

Reason for writing:

    I was having a bad day...this was written like a year ago, and writing what I felt was the only thing that helped. =P    

Birth sign: Capricorn
Date created: 2002-01-28 17:08:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:40
Poem ID: 66999

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