Fountain of tears,
sick of this life.
He screams for forgivness,
picks up his knife.
Heart is in peices,
his eyes are now red.
he rolls up his sleeves,
he might soon be dead.
makes an incision,
his girlfriend he calls.
Makes the cut deeper,
theres blood on the walls.
She begs him to stop,
she tries to persuade,
but its too late
world begins to fade.
in a hospital later
he wakes up in the room
he has been saved
from his untimely doom.
This is a story
and yes it is true
just goes to show
what heartbreak can do.
This a poem I wrote. I am the gf. My bf and I had a fight and I said I wished he was dead. He tried to kill himself. I will punish myself everyday until he is better in a way so it will get gradually worse.
sick of this life.
He screams for forgivness,
picks up his knife.
Heart is in peices,
his eyes are now red.
he rolls up his sleeves,
he might soon be dead.
makes an incision,
his girlfriend he calls.
Makes the cut deeper,
theres blood on the walls.
She begs him to stop,
she tries to persuade,
but its too late
world begins to fade.
in a hospital later
he wakes up in the room
he has been saved
from his untimely doom.
This is a story
and yes it is true
just goes to show
what heartbreak can do.
This a poem I wrote. I am the gf. My bf and I had a fight and I said I wished he was dead. He tried to kill himself. I will punish myself everyday until he is better in a way so it will get gradually worse.
