BATTLEFIELD

samantha jane osborn

21 Nov, 2015 08:01 PM
My body is a battlefield,
My knife the grenade,
My hands getting ready,
My wrists for the pain.

My mouth to fake a smile,
Which you all believe,
One day I will do it,
You’ve done your bit,
You guys don’t care,
My life isn’t fair.

My wrists now numb,
My knife full of blood,
My hands no longer ready,
My wrists feel the pain.

The battle was lost,
My life has won,
Now I am empty,
Heading towards the sun.
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Nobody important says:
09 Apr, 2016 06:10 AM

I know that you don't need to know what I'm going to do but your words are how I'm feeling & I'm going to be using them very soon. BATTLEFIELD was what I have been looking for. Thanks

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lee says:
26 Apr, 2016 04:30 AM

me too

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