Dying for you (new version)

Dying for you.

In my bed I am here laying down

Crying for you like every night

Seeking at the moon trying to see your face

Tears slowly disappearing

I feel so empty, so alone

A cold breeze forming inside of me

Making my body shake, snuggling together

A pain so strong in my chest

Seem like its caught on fire.

I have become so numb

Who am I

Who am I

I look around the room insanity

Pressing my arms against my chest

Looking for an answer

My vision stops at a blade

I stare nonstop for a moment

Until a image came crossing my mind

of me and that blade

The blade that will end all my depression

Without thinking, without knowing

I grab the blade with shaking hands

Stab it into my wrist without holding back

Popping the radial artery vein

Within a few minutes

I was struggling though the pain.

Blood dripping eternally

I no longer feel my wrist

Knowing that soon my pain would be over

I cant hope and give a tiny weak smile

Knowing that soon Ill make you happy.

With the passing of time I become weaker yet emptier

While the river of blood continues

I know soon Ill faint

As I realize I cant no longer feel my arm it has shut down

Dead it have become, just like the rest of my body will.

Overall the sadness and darkness in my life

Millions of clips of memories are flashing though my mind

I see my life in front of death.

My vision is slowly fainting

Until all I see is gray, dark gray, black, then it was gone

Becoming difficult to move and heavier to breath

I realized how terrible it is to feel without control of your own self

But still I regret nothing

Better to die and end all your pains

Then screaming your lungs out with tears every night.

Breathing has become a nightmare

With the last of my strength

I hold your picture and put it near my heart.

Letting go of a piece of paper.

Knowing you will be happy

makes this moment unforgettable

you could finally sleep peacefully

Knowing that I died just for you

My breathing has stopped.

I was dead

Leaving you a note, full of my own blood

With 3 words, 8 letters, one true fully meaning

I love you

The following poem was made by Melissa (me) in the 7th grade in the year 2003 but was edited on 2/11/06.

The feeling and depression was true. The way I cried and felt cold by the inside was also true. In other words the feelings were true the only thing I added that was a lie was me cutting my waist and dying

Later on in life I had those thoughts but I never even tried. The worse I had done in my depressed was cut myself and leave meaningful scars like a word or a sign which at this point I still have.