Lost Life

I'm am the girl who sits all alone with blood stained sleeves
Lost in a cold world That lies and deceives 
I'm plagued with misery That has left me bitter and broken 
When I lost you 
Part of me died to
All I know how to do is cut then maybe I'll be ok if I keep bleeding just to know I'm still alive
I'm stuck in a nightmare I see you but I know your not real
I'm so numb please let me feel 
I'm to weak 
I can barely speak
Blood pours out of my vein
Soon I will feel no pain 
As I let these pills take me away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Pettit Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 9:50 PM
Suicide is no way out of problems. It causes new problems for those who love you. This is very descriptive work. It needs a few spelling corrections, but it has no trouble in delivering its message.
Alcorn Avatar
December 31, 2010 at 10:22 PM
What a sad, heart-wrenching poem. As one who knows this pain, trust me when i say it'll get better. Just hold on until then -Molly
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December 31, 2010 at 6:19 PM
Ashley, congrats on your featured poem of the week. Hope you are enjoying the new year. May you be blessed with a wonderful & joyful New Year! Take care*Luv~SKAT
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December 28, 2010 at 6:31 AM
Congrats on having your poem being featured on the Poetry Soup home page this week. Please keep your creative caps on, let your poetry pen keep painting your poetry pads with colors of creativity. Thanks for sharing this with us and have a wonderful week ahead. Love always, Adeleke
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December 27, 2010 at 9:02 AM
Congratulations on your wonderful poetry being featured this week at PoetrySoup Ashley. Love, Carol
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