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by tiffany Dec 20, 2006
Sadness, depression /
Rusty metal piercing my skin.
My muscles begin to tighten.
I hold in my screams and close my eyes
As I push harder...hoping to pinch a nerve.
I open my eyes.
Who would have known that one tiny cut
Would make this big of a mess all over the bathroom
Where did all this blood come from?
I look down,
That was no tiny cut,
my whole wrist has been cut open.
Too late to say you're sorry now.
I can't stop the bleeding; i'm not even bothering to try..
So now what do I do?
Just lay here and wait for someone to come find me.
But everyone is asleep.
An hour goes by and my body has gone numb.
I can't feel a thing; the loss of blood is making me light-headed.
It won't be long before I fall asleep myself.
The next morning I woke up in my bed.
What a nightmare.
I look out the window,
What are all these people doing here?
And why are they all crying?
"Mama, what's going on?"I say.
You must have not heard me; fore you did not turn around.
"Mama.." I tap your shoulder.
You turn around so fast as if you've seen a ghost.
You can't see me can you?
Oh God, what happened? That wasn't a dream was it?
I run down the hall towards the bathroom,
I see the paramedics standing around something with my mom.
It was ME!
"i'm sorry, it seems she's
been here all night; suicide.."I
heard him say.
Oh shit, I really did it this time.
O my... I hope you never wanted to do this... very good poem