Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Corieh Infected, Jan 10, 2008.

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  1. Corieh Infected

    Corieh Infected Well-Known Member


    You’re not quite sure what to do,
    You find yourself staring at the glass.
    Half full with poison,
    Half empty with life.
    You reach out, your fingers stretching,
    Trying to reach for the glass.
    However, you stop, you’re a bit unsure,
    Sometimes you get confused on what to do.
    You want to die,
    You’ve said it over and over in your head.
    Just get it over with,
    Why not give up?
    Once more you reach for the glass,
    Grasping onto it and looking down.
    It’s just an empty glass,
    Filled with your confusion for life.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    nice poem :hug:
  3. sophie5121

    sophie5121 Well-Known Member

    really good :smile:
  4. danni

    danni Chat Buddy

    very nice hun
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