Thoughts of suicide
cloud my brain.
I wish that things
could be the same
as they were when
I was a kid.
Innocent,
not to blame
for what i did.
now i just feel
depressed and hopeless,
so i play my guitar
and try to focus
on something other
than the life i lead.
i feel like cutting my arm
just to see it bleed.
i dont like that feeling
but it invades my mind
i find myself thinking of it
time after time
on most of these poems i have not had a title.
suggestions would be greatly appreciated and recognized.
 ShanesBrainIsInsane · Thu May 04, 2006 @ 05:41pm · 3 Comments |
