Best Poems Written by Devora Small

Die Another Day

When I dig down far within my mind. All I can find is suicide. Can’t say why I want 
to die. Probably to escape the pressure inside. The neglect I receive and the pain 
I conceive. It’s eating away all parts of me. Only god knows how tired I am of 
crying, and how hard I am trying to cover up the lying. I can’t even explain why o 
feel this pain. My eyes just cry, the rain that stains the face that bleeds for a place 
in the human race. And incase I say things turn out my way I think I’ll pray to die 
another day.

Copyright © Devora Small | Year Posted 2006