My pain so clear. No longer able to hid. My blood stained wrist throbbing with blood. This pain so hard to bare. My suicide so well waited. It's like a nightmare. I can't wake up. All around I see blood and knifes. My tears no longer able to fall. I'm so cold. I wish I was dead. I feel so hurt. My heartbreak so tiredsome. I have so much, but I have so little. My head hurts. My body aches. I wish death would come. I'm bleeding with hate and seething with pain. So many times do I fall. So much do I die for.<br /><br />charity howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-the-road-4/
