The Blade

by Kristina   Mar 5, 2007


I got the blade in my hand,
Ready to press it on my wrist.
I got tears in my eyes
And I'm thinking about suicide.

I cut so deep, I bleed for hours,
Laying on the floor,
I'm not sure what I should do.

Should I call someone for help
Or should I just lay here and die?
Would it even matter to anyone?
Would anyone even cry?

I don't see a reason for living,
There's no point in life,
I've got nothing good going for me.

So I'll just lay here in my blood,
And bleed till I die.
Nobody will even care that I'm gone,
I won't be missed by no one.

Copyright © March 03, 2007 - Kristina M

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  • 17 years ago

    by Mikayla

    This was a very, intense, emotional poem for me
    it relates to mebecause sometimes i feel liek that
    i almost died from cutting my wrists i did it the bathroom one time and i cut so deep...all the blood poured into the toilet and when i saw i was in shock that i did that so i screamed and my friend ran from my room into the bathroom and called 911
    your a great poem
    and i want you to know that i care...your important...so please i hope u do not do this!! <33

  • 17 years ago

    by Kylie

    That is a great poem!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Romancing the Darker Side

    Very nice poem. I love it.

  • 17 years ago

    by crystaljean88

    Nice poem, very well written. plz comment mine 4/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats an excellent poem, keep writing. take kare x x x

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