End of The Road

Broken,

Me heart can't take no more,

I want this life to end,

 I want to start over again.

 

Kill me now,

Oh might God,

Take my soul away,

from all this suffering.

Please im begging you!!

 

I cut my wrists,

Watching them bleed,

Staring into the mirror,

These brown eyes only hide,

Whats truely inside my mind.

 

Trama and fears consumes me,

No one to help me,

All alone in the dark, i cant breathe.

 

My time is near,

My time is now,

No one will care if I die,

 Just one less usless soul on earth.

 

Those bullies at school,

 Those bullies online,

Maybe they we're right.

 

Maybe my life doesnt matter...

 

Reviews

[Lottie]

If you do really feel like this, that's terrible. I've been there and poetry and diary writing helped me through it, like I had a friend.
However if this is a fashion statement then playing with our emotions like that needs to be rethought. If you define yourself as goth and then display this poetry for everyone to see, perhaps your suffering is too public and, if we are the same in any way, thinking deeply about what you are trying to achieve might be a good idea.

This wasn't meant to be a harsh reply so my apologies for that. But it had a harsh effect on me. If that was what you were going for, well done.
Do you write for yourself or others?

[Nicaushio Yamaki]

Very Good Sis

-Raven-