Showing sad poems for tag "knife"

Fruit

Kyla

29 Oct, 2014 10:46 PM
Oranges has thin skin with lots of rim,
it flesh is juicy and is much like a lime.
Apples are red, with it’s flesh quite firm,
are cut into slices, and can be found on farms.

Bananas are long, with a slight curve,
they’re yellow and spotted, if you observed.
Nectarines are red and probably my favorite,
even with my the core, they’re still very fragrant.

With that in mind, I picked up the knife,
I sliced through the skin, cut it with such rife.
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Tags: Sad, Knife, Fruit, Red, Blood, Juice
Votes: 0
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Tired

Derek

27 Oct, 2014 03:23 AM
Is it so hard to decipher the poorly encrypted code placed on my face?
"I'm tired" "I'm just tired" "I'm fine, I'm just fucking tired"

Is this so believable that you're left with nothing to inquire? 
Or is there something less forming, some lack of desire? 
The thoughts in my head are swarming, that no one is caring.

I always get left behind, there's just me being lonely and alone.
"It's OK, I'm really fine. It's just hard to sleep when I'm at home."
Just a second glance, it's all that I ask.

I'm at the brink of tears, I need some help before my skin tears.
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Tags: Tired, Alone, Anger, Apart, Pain, Broken, Betrayal, Cry, Cut, Cold, Death, Depression
Votes: 37
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Deeper and Deeper

Kayla

19 Mar, 2014 01:38 AM
It's a blade.
It's a razor sharp blade.
A razor sharp blade that I have hidden in my room.
A hidden razor sharp blade that is only to be found by me.
It's my hidden razor sharp blade that is to only be used by me.
I take that razor sharp hidden blade and unwrap it from the paper.

I use it; I slice open my soft smooth skin.
Without a doubt I cut deeper and deeper.
I think of all the horrid things that have been said to me. 
and the pain is numb.
The blood trickles beneath my skin.
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Tags: Cut, Cutt, Knife, Blood, Blade, Sadness, Depression
Votes: 3
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The Knife.

Alyssa Baughman

22 Dec, 2011 08:41 PM
Sorry the knife just slipped,
I didn't mean to cut my wrists.
I was just thinking of all the bad things that happened to me.
The things that made me sad,
And the things that made me angry.
 

I didn't mean to take my life,
With this cold, sharp knife.
Memories of everything gone wrong,
Is what brought this all along.
Warm is the blood that trickles down,
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Tags: Knife, Cut, Pain, Goodbye
Votes: 6
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