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I need help
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Old Poems (2004 and before) I'm already underground,
I see the knife before me.
Wake me from this nightmare.
I'm scared in case no one cares.
I'm ready to give my hand to death.
All I have to do is touch the knife
And I shall never open my eyes again.
The blade is calling, calling my name.
Look past what your eyes can see,
Holding on to life.
Too tight, afraid to let go.
Why pain heals so slowly I'll never know.
touching poem..hope you are
touching poem..hope you are not feeling this way now. i know the feeling of being in a dark hole though ive never been suicidal. I hope you are happy now and spending it with the people that love you. I hope you have found something fulfilling, perhaps a hobby you are passionate about. Be happy because you deserve it!:)