My wrists are shaking;
my body is aching..
I'm waiting impatiently for death
to come, and take my last breath.
I told him I would love him forever;
he said he'd hurt me never.
I forgot to remember he was a liar,
and now my heart is on fire.
But, what I said was the truth
when we made our promises that day in the telephone booth.
Today I found a broken piece of glass
and it's now wedged deep in my wrist,
waiting for the last drops of blood
to make their way into the mud.
Now forever I will cry;
because I crossed my heart: Now I really hope to die.
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Suicide
Poetry"I'm gunna paint a picture; it's a picture with a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist." ~Unknown Poetry about suicide, the cover says "Love is like heaven, but it hurts like hell."
