She's not breathing

by Kelsey   Mar 18, 2006


The bathroom door slams
shes doing it again
takes out the razor
and slices her rists
1, 2, 3 new cuts
she just won't stop
she gets out the pills
and then eats her fill
blood on the sink
"what will mom think! "
blood in her hair
she doesn\'t even care
she sits on the toilet
and slices some more
carving "death" on the bathroom door
she crys and lets out a shreak
goes in for one last cut
and one last time to breathe
it goes deep and hits a vain
she falls into the shower, her head hits the drain
the blood drips all over the floor
and soon she'll be gone
for ever more

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  • 17 years ago

    by Doug

    I thought this poem was good.....i dont think to many ppl realize that cutting can kill someone....but maybe they do....just they dont care...well another great poem