Exit Wound

by President Dead   Sep 6, 2006


I sit alone,
And slit my wrist,
I feel the pain,
I clench my fist.

I feel a tear,
Stream down my face,
I'm lost to all,
A unique case.

I see the blood,
Drip to the floor,
One's not enough,
I need one more.

I slit my other,
And wince in pain,
A hand of blood,
Glazed in tear rain.

I hit the floor,
My last goodbye,
I think of you,
I start to cry.

I taste the hate,
Blamed for my act,
They state their claims,
Fiction not fact.

I hear their cries,
Around my grave,
The soul they lost,
The love they gave.

I'm sorry for this,
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I'll wait for you now,
My patience is a virtue.

I Love You

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  • 16 years ago

    by X Kashies Misery X

    Thats so deep but god, reading so many poems about people who cant accept that they live life so they slit their wrists are sooooo desturbing!!! ITS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. THINGS WILL GET BETTER!!! like god if u want pain JUST KILL URSELF NOW! STOP BRAGGIN!!!

    but seriously I felt the emotion in ur poem, u are a really talented writer

  • 17 years ago

    by tearsdntfall

    My god this poem really speaks to me as i know that i have felt this x

  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Hmmm, Very sad, highly emotional (not emo, just emotional). I can see how this is an example of extreme inner pain justified with an outer cause. I love it Dan, i just wish it didn't make me wish u were here.
    -Suzie
    xox

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