Butterfly

by Morgan   Aug 3, 2004


Condemned to darkness
Life's deceived
Death has over powered
The person inside of me

Beneath the surface
Empty and hollow
God gave me a path
That I must follow

I see the children
They make me cry
Cause death is hoping
For the world to die

Destruction to ourselves
The youth of the generation
We can't just wait for death
We're too impatient

I'll prove this
Right now; today
I go to the kitchen
Helping death along it's way

Take the knife
Turn on the shower
This hurt inside
It's giving me the power

I slit my wrists
And I let out a sigh
The relief from the cuts and blood
Give me a beautiful high

The pain I've made
It relieves my soul
The blood flows into the drain
As I watch, I feel somewhat whole

I've turned into two
One body, one spirit
For years I screamed for help
But no one seemed to hear it

I black out; there's no light
Like it's always been
Someone once told me
Suicide is the one unforgivable sin

I see my body lying there
As I drift away
My sister walks in
But now, there's nothing she can do or say

I feel like a butterfly
Flying away to the sky
All I can say now is
It was my time to die

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