Get Your Premium Membership

Life, after

When will my soul not bleed like my wrists. When will i end the pain, and stop fearing it? Soon I will long for the end, i wont be scared of life after; and ill greet death like a friend.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.