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Destined to die
I sat and watched her cry
But had no idea that
She was soon
Destined to die
Screams filled the air
of all of her pain
She takes the blade
and pushes further
As the tears stream
down faster
I try to move
But my body stays
Paralyzed with fear
I bring myself together
I grab her in my arms
Attempts at saving her
Are slim
Becuase her wrist
Wont stop bleeding
Cold and wet
And covered with her blood
I sit and start to cry
Cuz she was destined to die
omg, this is such a sad poem. it's very good, but very sad. i really like it. it really touches my heart. God Bless you with peace, love, and happiness.
I hate reading poems about suicide. It's.. gah, why is there nothing else to write about? I don't do this, this I do not do. But some people.. some people every single one is "I picked up the blade". And I don't get it, and I don't like it. Please don't write anything that includes the word "blade" and the word "blood" ever again. Maybe one or the other. But not simultaneous. Can you do that for me? It makes me shudder.
hmm...this brings back some memories