Toshia Hall Poet Rhyme

My Blood

I cry
 
Wet tears
 
As I lye
 
In my blood
 
 
 
Not tears of remorse
 
But tears of relief
 
Followed the wrong corse
 
All through my life
 
 
 
Awoke to constant fearfulness
 
For the horrid hours to come
 
Little sleep filled with insaneness
 
Replayed scenes of my existance
 
 
 
An actor just playing my part
 
In what some people call "life"
 
So with this knife's blade I start
 
The journey to end my tormented life
 
 
 
You may believe suicide is wrong or sinful
 
But don't judge what you don't understand
 
No suffering and no pain, to end it all
 
Release the poison as I lye in my blood

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John Aaron Green January 7, 2012 at 5:06 PM so deep,,is your poem,,i have lost a few of my friends,,to this very same fate,,miss them so much,,i dont agree,,but im not the judge,,i just miss them,and their life here,,,you got my attention with this poem,,very dark.............