The End

Your life would be so much better, you know it would. You know who you are. Thank you!
It’s all your fault he said,
End it now so I can start again,
Without you,
With some one new,

I do not hurt,
I do not cry,
As I grip the knife in my palm,
One last time.

Running the blade across the skin,
Cutting through the veins and sh*t within,
Praying that maybe just maybe,
Today might be the day,
I die!

If you had cared I’d still have been here now,
But the fact is you didn’t,
So now you can live your life in peace,
Without me,
Enjoy It!

By Little Spike
Published: 11/6/2006		 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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