Life escaping like air out of a warm house

By stuckinneutral_09

So im lying here alone
And my hands are getting cold
My mind is numbing to the point of not being able to convey a thought
So take this knife and peirce my heart, let me die like i have died inside
Nothing can save me
Ihave passed the "turn back now" point
And now i am racing to my grave
And i know i cant be saved

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© 2006 stuckinneutral_09
Published on Saturday, May 13, 2006.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Such certainty portrayed here, although, I feel we can all be saved... Thank you for your poem.

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