sitting alone wanting to feel the sting of feshly sliced skin wanting to see the blood starting to bubble up from my skin wanting the touch of my blood running down my body as the tears caint stop falling from my eyes the pain may pause from time to time but will never end sitting alone as my thoughts come about wanting somthing needing somthingwanting everything but wanting nothing wanting the possible but feelings its impossiblecaint get the thoughts to stop in my head woundering waiting tick tock as time is slowly running out sitting alone as everyone who loves me is waiting wanting me to walk through that door wanting me to pick up the phonewanting to hear im on my way not being able to pull through caint bring my self to want them see me like i am sitting alone wanting to take those pills wanting to drink that drinkwanting the last breath to comenot knowing why im this weaknot having the energy to fix my problems sitting alone as my last day will come to be sitting alone woundering when will that day be maybe today maybe tomorrow maybe never sitting alone as i think so many people who die day in day out wanting woundering why caint the ones who want to live, live wanting woundering why caint the ones who want to go , go wanting to be the one who can go
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Wow, I really like this. Its inspiring in a way for me to write my feelings down in a poem. I havent done it in so long. I do like this, nicely put together. As for what your feeling (assuming you did write this yourself) I cant really say much along the lines of \"dont do this, dont do that\" because lets face it Im not a hypocrite. But I will offer you my listening skills and say you can write me anytime you want to. Im sure you get a lot of people on ds saying that but I hope you take advantage of it.