x.Cant//Knit.x
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I got bored last night so at like 1AM I decided I'd write something.
It's only short and I'm really not that great of a writer, especially compared to some of you guys, buuut it's a try I suppose. Oh and I'm not actually suicidal, just a poemmm.
Her life is filled
With gloom and despair,
Her biggest wish
Is for someone to care.
Every day, she grabs the knife,
Tears speeding down her cheek,
Sweaty hands and shaking all over,
This is her only relief.
Her mind is puzzled,
She's done enough harm,
But now, with no hesitation,
She slams it onto her arm.
Her heart rate slows down,
It gets harder to breathe,
She loses grip of the knife,
And of this pain, she's relieved.
Use of vocabulary could be expanded a bit, I know -.-
It's only short and I'm really not that great of a writer, especially compared to some of you guys, buuut it's a try I suppose. Oh and I'm not actually suicidal, just a poemmm.
Her life is filled
With gloom and despair,
Her biggest wish
Is for someone to care.
Every day, she grabs the knife,
Tears speeding down her cheek,
Sweaty hands and shaking all over,
This is her only relief.
Her mind is puzzled,
She's done enough harm,
But now, with no hesitation,
She slams it onto her arm.
Her heart rate slows down,
It gets harder to breathe,
She loses grip of the knife,
And of this pain, she's relieved.
Use of vocabulary could be expanded a bit, I know -.-
