Goodbye...

Jordan Border

18 Sep, 2014 04:12 AM

two, three, four,
here I sit on the floor
You laugh and walk away
Not knowing today's the day
That I leave you all in dust
And take the knife lined with rust
I start out thin and go so slow
Tonight the blood will stain the snow
And I'll leave all to face the sun
Now tomorrow your sins will weigh a ton 
goodnight cruel life
Out of my hand now slips the knife

Tags: Emo, Cutting, Death

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Zaynah says:
17 Mar, 2015 09:54 PM

Omg I love the poem^^

mercedes says:
12 Apr, 2015 06:59 PM

I'm loving the way ths poem speaks to me

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“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

- Andrew Boyd

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