No more

by Cheslah   Aug 25, 2005


Alone she waits
waiting for her friend.
But she knows her fate
today is her end.

Her friend will get there
and find her dead.
"But she won't care,"
a voice says in her head.

She can't stand the voices
that control her life.
They make up her choices
they showed her the knife.

She holds the knife
close to her heart.
The end of her life
is about to start.

She glares at her wrist
all covered with scars.
She woun't be missed
she'll be dead within the hour.

She presses the knife
into her wrist.
She's ending her life
She feels death's kiss.

The blood flows deep
the blood flows quick.
She does not weep
but begins to feel sick.

She lays down
on the floor.
She hopes she's not found.
She wants to live no more.

Her friend runs in,
finds her on the floor.
Tries to save her,
but she lives no more.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tia

    I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!...your peoms r really good...i wish i could write like this!!!!

    TiaRenee~