What’s the point of carrying on this day
I remain on the floor, where I will stay
Until I thought about what’s gone on
Everything seems to be going wrong.
I reach up, and I grab the knife
Thinking shall I waste this pointless life
So I grab the knife and lay it in my hand
What’s the point in going on, no one will understand
No one knows the pain I feel inside
The times I’ve had to swallow my pride
So what is there now to live for
I just don’t see anything good anymore
Nothing good can come out of this life
Except my fate that lies with this knife
I draw my last breath, with everything on my mind
I will watch you run in from the door behind
You cradle me in your arms and cry through the pain
This will be the second time you lost me, but never again
Even though you weren’t involved in the lie
You will be the one that will watch me die
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Idea for poem was obtain by this poem on the following link:
http://www.habboxforum.com/showthread.php?t=385089





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Or that's the vibe I got from the amount of rubbish poems I've had to read... :S *sighs* english lit. sucks! :eusa_wall Anywayz, I liked it [?] though rhyme is a bit forced and it was very sad...



