Blue AgonyA Poem by Life Is BlueSo now i'm here again.. At that point, i'm on the edge of doing it That great feeling of the cold blade touching my skin But still i can't do it. Make the cold blade tear my veins apart Mayby i feel like it's some kind of sin. Thinking why can't i do it? Doesn't i care about my inner pain? Do i have someone i can't leave yet? I don't know, i don't know anything Not now not ever.. I yearn for the cold blade, my blade, of agony.. Blue agony. Maybe i'm just not ready, maybe i think there is someone i haven't met How can it get any worse? I'm hollow I'm Deranged I'm.. There, at that place where nothing matters I yearn for the pain, the pain that i want but cannot get. My life ain't hanging on a thread my life's not there It disapered long ago along with my sanity and my feelings I can't do what i want and i can't think what i want I'm a marionette doll but my strings have been cut Now i'll get back to where a was before At my chair with my blade of blue agony At that point where i actually could do it.
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Added on December 31, 2010Last Updated on December 31, 2010 AuthorLife Is BlueBrande, Midtjylland, DenmarkAboutI'm 15 i think alot and at the moment i'm blue. Blue is some kind of deep sadness or depression. I like to wrtie about love agony and everything that i otherwise feel more..Writing
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