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There is a painful ringing sound,
A bell of such sweet sorrow.
A purpose yet to be found,
For death, I meet tomorrow.
This melody, is part of me,
It courses through my veins.
Depression, there is no remedy,
No escape from daily pains.
There is just one more scar,
Forming, as the blood runs red.
You don't care,
You never have,
Why would you care if I was dead?
No, you won't cry,
You won't even grieve.
So I'll leave you now with memories.
I'll fall asleep and never wake,
My own life, I shall take.
- by Scruffy_dog02 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/13/2009 |
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- Title: Depression
- Artist: Scruffy_dog02
- Description: This is not actually how I feel (well it was, but I did not write this poem because of that). This poem is actually based on a drama presentation whereas, I am a girl who commits suicide after reading this poem. Plz tell me wat yu think!~ :)
- Date: 01/13/2009
- Tags: depression sadness loss purpose
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Comments (4 Comments)
- demon-wolf-goddess_death - 07/06/2010
- its so very true..it takes about 30 ppl every day 2 keep me from suicide...im already breaking the habit of chokin the hell outta myself and dripping hot wax on my wrists...but this poem reminds me that im not the only crazy a** person out there 110/5
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- l_Shamrock_l - 01/15/2009
- It started out really well; very strong. At first I was "wowed", but as it went on your rhythm started dwindling a bit. The topic itself is a little overplayed, but you did it much better than any other poem of similiar subject I've seen on this website. 4/5
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- emorunaway - 01/15/2009
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i loved it.
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- Etherlights - 01/14/2009
- That was pretty impressive.. Scary yes, out-standing brilliant.
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