Death Not Being The Way

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Saturday, 02-Jul-2005 11:17:02

I held the knife so close to my heart,like a foolish childi sat and cried.Unable to comprehend what I had done, what I had tried.Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground. Covered in blood,I pulled myself up, in tears inscribed. To those who don't care, to those who can't see, never give up always thrive to be free. I didn't know how many people would later cry. Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way. Friend at the door,ran as fast as he could.I was too weak to say sorry,otherwise I would.
In tears I looked at the sad blue day.When you come and see this pool of blood and me,this isn't the way my life was meant to be...

Post 2 by Inesle1987 (Account disabled) on Tuesday, 05-Jul-2005 3:58:28

Woww this is great. I once felt that way. Really great.

Post 3 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Tuesday, 05-Jul-2005 9:48:15

Hmm I have this feeling far too often...

Post 4 by Inesle1987 (Account disabled) on Tuesday, 05-Jul-2005 15:27:27

Oh ... in my case that feeling comes and goes again *smiles*, but i felt it a lot of times

Post 5 by Devious_Britches (smarty pants) on Wednesday, 06-Jul-2005 1:13:44

Nice work

Post 6 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Wednesday, 06-Jul-2005 10:16:17

Hmm The times when its absent must be a blessed relief...

Post 7 by Inesle1987 (Account disabled) on Wednesday, 06-Jul-2005 10:52:42

Oh yeah they are.

Post 8 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Thursday, 07-Jul-2005 11:57:46

Lucky you I hope they increase and replace the darkness.