Death...

I wrote this after my friend committed suicide....
--Death
If you were to cut me
I would not bleed
I would not be happy and freed
Because I am nothing more than empty space
That stands alone in this dark place
Don’t bother to look for me
You would need a mirror to see
Because all I am is a distorted reflection
Nothing more than an imperfection
I am everything you hate about yourself
I am the one who lives in hell
I am the one you don’t dare say their name
I am the problem you cut from your vein
I am the personality unshown
I am the pain unknown
I am the one locked away in your mind
I am the one who is drifting, lost in time
I’m the one who always lied
I’m the one causes your suicide
I’m the one who took your last breath
It is me and I am death

By Kaytee Marble
Published: 11/4/2006
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