Noose

Written January 2007.

The Devil's dancing with me,
whispering, "Can't you see?
You're not meant to be here,
this pain is always much too near.
Come live beneath the dirt;
make a death of your life of hurt."

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

I see a lot of darkness and desperation in many of the newer and younger ones here. I hope this is just a poem.. Very strong and emotionally charged. shallimarRose

[Emily Irene.]

Some of these that are posted more recently aren't actually that new. This one was written in 2006, when I did indeed feel this way and actually attempted suicide. I no longer feel suicide is an option. Thank you so much for the comment.