The blood is flowing,
out of my vanes,
onto my floor,
exposing my pain,
the warm blood calms,
my darkest thoughts,
onto this paper,
my last thought,
i think of the pain,
that i have caused,
and that i have felt,
as a child,
i was broken,
and in my early teenage years,
my pride and joy was taken from me,
and in my first year of adulthood,
i have already hurt many close to me,
and quite frankly,
i don't want to be around me,
so as the blood drips onto my carpet,
i think of all the ways i have lost it,
lost myself,
lost you,
lost the one i was closest to.
love always,
Pookie Sue
