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I take in a jagged breath,
As I steady my shaky hand,
The knife is waiting above my wrist,
Ready at my command.
As I press the blade against my skin,
My heart begins to race,
And then I see my reflection,
As tears stream down my face.
The knife clatters to the linoleum,
As I hang my head and cry,
Even though my heart is broken,
I Don't Want To Die.
- Title: Almost
- Artist: Quinothy
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Description:
Again,
I got kinda depressed. Wrote this one on,
September 16, 2009.
[ Yeah. I started to put dates on my poems. lol. ]
Tell me what you think.
:] - Date: 09/28/2009
- Tags: almost
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Digital_Porcelain_Heart - 10/05/2009
- Very emotional! Great job!
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- darkslilprincess - 10/05/2009
- i like it alot......glad it has a good ending to it....
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- invisibleninja159 - 09/28/2009
- awesome poem!
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