Give Up Poem by Miranda DeNooyer
Give Up
My blood seeps out the veins
And drips off my finger tips
Whats left on me are the steigns
Or scars, darkness from eclipse;
You think all that would be done
'Cuz I hide it all with a smile
From my problems I try to run
Even though the run is vile;
I don't care how much blood I loose
I'd give it all up if I could
Sadly I know this is what I choose
To give up life, at end it will be good.
Great expression, and tone. Being free of all cares is the final stage of giving up.
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5/3/2024 4:00:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The irony of being free of all cares is that you care about being worry free so you do everything to preserve being care free. but actually you are taking great care into this idea. great poem tho i believe that there is always 'a Drop of Hope' tho and life is always worth living for. i know you pretty well so i know ur not one to really give up