Wish

by Paris   Feb 7, 2004


Its 6am and my clock goes off
I roll out of bed
A huge ache in my head
My wrist sore cause last night I bled
Everyones still sleeping so I go down to the kitchen
Praying in my head and silently wishing
I just hope everything goes right
Because i failed so miserably last night
I sneak back to my room with a large knife
I no longer care if I live to be a wife
Everything is goin wrong
this is the only way life is to long
I hold the knife to my wrist
Close my eyes and make a last wish
I wish that they miss me and that they cry
because all of them are the reason that I want to die
As i slide it across my wrist
I realize
I dont know what Im doing anymore
My body aches and I fall to the floor

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