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I want to thrust the knife
Deep i nto my chest,
So then I can relax
And get my final rest.
I wanna hear my flesh be torn
AS the dagger drives deeper still,
I wanna heasr the ripping
Of my destiny being fufilled.
I wanna have the feeling
Of a knife deep in my chest,
I wonder what it feels like
I'm sure it its the best.
I wanna see the blood poor out
Like a crimson waterfall,
I want the blood to never stop
Let it always continue to flow.
I wish all this could happen
It would only take on strike,
Then so many could be happy
I finally ended my wretched life.
- by peacekitten65 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/29/2009 |
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- Title: Desire
- Artist: peacekitten65
- Description: About a year ago, my dad constantly drove me to suicidal thoughts. I wrote this one day when he was just being horrible. I honestly thought about doing it, but then realized I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I hop eyou like it.
- Date: 03/29/2009
- Tags: desire
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Comments (1 Comments)
- maydaymouse - 07/14/2009
- I like it, but I am also glad you didn't do it. That would seem like a waste because you're an amazing poet. 5/5
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