Showing sad poems for tag "regrets"

I promised you

Lithium

11 Nov, 2011 05:09 PM
I promised you 
That I won't wake up tomorrow,
You will come and find my body laying in a pool of my own blood....
You touch my hand and find it's cold and dead

You remember that my hand was warm and welcoming, but now......
It's cold and in need

In my hand lies a razor.....
And a note saying
'I'm sorry I can't be there to hold hands with you......
I'm sorry we won't have our first kiss....
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Tags: Suicide, Depression, Regrets, Blood, Unloved
Votes: 29