Amy Kerswell

(04 06 1987 / Bath UK)

I will be knocking at deaths door


I will be knocking on the door
Knock knock knock
Knocking at deaths door
Begging to be let in.

I'm near to deaths door
An overdose
And slit wrists
Along besides me.

Knock knock
Please let me in
deaths door
Please open

Please let me in
I hate my life
I cant cope
I'm desperate
plase let me in

Deaths door has opened
Now I've left it all behind
I'm in deaths world
Im gone
Im free

Submitted: Thursday, May 18, 2006

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  • Preeti - is here! (5/18/2006 12:06:00 PM)

    I feel sad when i read such a poem. Hope things are fine at your end...and hope evne more that that poem was plain imagination...

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