My Other Voice
Only one, two, three days to go
Finish what you started.
Why can't you? What's wrong?
I thought you said life wasn't worth going on.
Oh the people...what people?
The ones who said they'd always be there?
...the ones who said they cared?
Go ahead it only takes one
One slit that;s it.
What's the matter now? Oh your scared.
Scared of what? What's out there?
Remember in the mirror what you said?
"If anyone was me they'd wish they were dead"
So do it go on. Life is worth living once your gone.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Angel in Tears (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, December 25 2005, 10:17 pm|
Shira, you have captured the moments of thoughts, that cross the paths of that wish, that other voice.Great poem!
|bbbbb (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, June 6 2006, 12:18 am|
Shira,don't do anything stupid. Don't let tough time break you down.
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