dead

How I feel

Death surrounds. My heart beat slowing down. I cant take this worlds abuse. I feel like dirt always being pushed around.  The only thing I can do is die. Death is my only way out. Everything will be better if I'm just dead. I feel myself going in cane. The screaming inside my head. I can't get it out of my head all I hear is you should die.the incanity is killing me. The voices telling me to bleed. The pain from being pushed around leaves scars. If scars and tears show pain than why won't people stop.so I grab a blade and cut my neck to end all

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

Sounds like tragic depression to me but read imagination a poem I wrote it will give other options.

[the devil in I]

Ik and thx so much........

[cassandra ziemba]

oh, well remember, u got me and ariel as your sisters so you can tell us anything.

[the devil in I]

Thx but I wrote this poem out of how I've been treated before

[cassandra ziemba]

brandon, how many times have i told you, you are not worthless?

[Valentine]

Being A Christian, I am not into this type of writing. I belong to God, He made me and He also made you. God does not make JUNK. So whoever got you to feeling worthless is not a friend and needs to talk to God about his own idea of worth.