Broken Glass

[paranoid]

I cut my skin with broken glass
Pleading it to bleed,
The blood ran down with dreadful silence
And now I will succeed,
A pool of blood lay on the floor
Screaming out my name,
Now I see the truth in life
Nothing will ever be the same,
I lie here drowning all my sorrows
Thinking where I went so wrong,
I live alone with all this pain
Why was I not so strong?
Now to end this poem again
I also end my life,
I have started it with broken glass
You may have with a knife.

I'm not crazy!

[Red Hot]

Wow Paranoid,
I keep writing similar poems with glass embedded in me and blood oozing out.
Love the poem!
Guess we are in the same pain?

[paranoid]

I guess so.

I'm not crazy!

[Red Hot]

I hope your pain heals soon. Mine won't - never does. Just gets worse.

[paranoid]

I know what you mean. I guess it's like that for a lot of people.

I'm not crazy!

[Jack Reaper]

Hey people! Life is like driving through Kansas! When it feels like you're surrounded by nothingness, if you look ahead, there is a horrizon. Then another horizon beyond that. And so on and so on. But eventually you will leave Kansas and things change. Keepm going towards that horizon!
It can get better! Trust me! I was there once!

[Red Hot]

I feel like I am in Kansas as each step in life in a HURRICANE that gets BIGGER AND BIGGER!!!! It brings me into a world with a HUGE BACK CLOUD in it with broken glass and knives stabbing my heart, over and over and over!! Horizons are not full of rainbows - they are deep, dark and empty.

[iScreamUscreamWeAllScream]

Whoa, you need to lie down... Sorry, this is no time for jokes.