Ended Life

Something I done when I was really depressed and thought about death... read and leave a comment please?
Life is not a game...
I can't tell you how much I want mine to end...
And just shout at me the two simple words...
Game Over...
Blackness is all I can see, cold is all I can feel...
I can't pull myself through...
This is something I feel I should do...
no-one will miss me, no-one will care...
I pick up the knife...Do I even dare?
Blood is pouring, hand is shaking,
Heart is ripping, and my soul is fading...
The crimson blood groups on the floor...
To watch me die like a standing ovation...
It's too late now, they'll never see my face...
Because where I lie, is my resting place,
I know I’m not strong... But I refuse to cry,
But now I can't even say goodbye...
Gone now... without a sound...
my dead rotting corpse upon the ground...
Goodbye... I'll see you in the afterlife...

By Gemma B
Published: 3/6/2008 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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