Poem
My Promise
I sit here holding the blade on my wrist deliberating whether or not to slid it across my skin
The only thing stopping me is the promise I once made to you, and I remember it within.
Sitting here on the floor as the rain begins to pour, yet I do not hear a sound
So once again my heart begins to frown.
My adrenaline starts to pump through my vain
And all I can feel is the pain.
You left me here for dead, and you knew exactly what lyed ahead.
You knew that as soon as you fled
That I would soon be plotting the end.
So I say goodbye to you, and to the world
and hopefully i can make amends
I hope soon to be assigned to a 6ft plot
And hopefully that the blood will not clot
I sit here holding the blade on my wrist deliberating whether or not to slid it across my skin
The only thing stopping me is the promise I once made to you, and I remember it within.
Sitting here on the floor as the rain begins to pour, yet I do not hear a sound
So once again my heart begins to frown.
My adrenaline starts to pump through my vain
And all I can feel is the pain.
You left me here for dead, and you knew exactly what lyed ahead.
You knew that as soon as you fled
That I would soon be plotting the end.
So I say goodbye to you, and to the world
and hopefully i can make amends
I hope soon to be assigned to a 6ft plot
And hopefully that the blood will not clot
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