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This Cut

Updated on August 18, 2011

Tears form my eyes
As my hand held a knife…

I cut my wrist today…
As I sitting down against the wall…
Let it drool slowly…

This cut speak about a problem
That I am encountering now…

It speak about my family
Who turn me down…

First I was lost…
And then I was found..
Now I’m drown…back in dark again…

Lost of hope I’m feeling
After hearing their denial..

My heart stop beating..
My whole life is dying…
Buried in grave of pain…

I know longer want to breath…
I just want to die...be very far away...

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      Binaya.Ghimire 5 years ago

      A suicide note? Your understanding of life I really admire

      First I was lost…

      And then I was found..

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      chanroth 5 years ago from California, USA

      Hi Binaya, haha...it does sound like suicide note...this poem written since 2004. :) Thanks!

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      Anoither great read,thank you for sharing your talent with us all on here.

      Take care

      Eiddwen.

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      chanroth 5 years ago from California, USA

      Hi Eiddwen, your welcome and thank you! :)

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