Sick

Sick

A Poem by thisXgirlXcanXrawr(:

sick in this head

can't get out of bed

thoughts of suicide cross this mind

gotta find a way to unwind

 

can't feel anymore

numb down to the core

you've never felt the pain i've felt

when that razor touches my skin i melt

 

the blood drips, and drips

down my arm to my fingertips

its like a river but red

i can't tell if i'm alive or dead

 

the next feeling is nothing

mind is gone, pain self-inflicting

not caring what happy is anymore

guess i'm really done for

 

smile on my face, its just a lie

can't tell you whats wrong, don't know why

hurting to much i just wanna die

i'm tired of living, living this lie.

© 2011 thisXgirlXcanXrawr(:


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Added on February 4, 2011
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