Suicidal Dream
My life's a living hell
I never asked for much
Please, oh please, pass me a knife
A sharp seraded one would be nice
I take the blade
And slice my wrist from left to right
And then again that same night
I fear what will become of me
I wonder if my so called friends will even care
Then they see me standing there
They don't dare, do they care?
They then they looked
Looked at my wrists and walk away
Then the next day, they found out
When they left, I cut myself's up.
moral : adalah HARAM bagi umat islam untuk membunuh diri. Confirm HELL!! :)
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dude this is smita .... read your poem and whoa ,...... i have written something that is soooooo similar..... its kinda freakish ,,,, anyway when i was reading it, it was like deja vu......... keep writing ;)
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