Suicide

by Poet   Apr 24, 2007


It's not that hard to explain why i did it
I took the blade, there was nothing to it
I pulled it hard across my skin
And laughed at this unworthy sin
I watched the blood drip from my veins
Knowing that I was going insane
I didn't feel any pain at all
I watched the blood continue to fall
I cried tears that meant nothing to me
You took my arm because you wanted to see
The continous scars running up like a maze
It was funny because you once had the same craze
We're all hypicrits in some way
Whether we lie, bleed or do something else one day
We tell others that it's not ok
I smile and watch the blood stain the floor
I crave it, yes I want more
The feeling soothes the pain you cause me
The pain that nags and won't let me just be
So that note that you found, it wasn't right at the time
I laughed and blew it off and said everything was just fine
You ignored it and thought everything was alright
You didn't see the pain, the tears I cried late at night
You don't do a thing as I sit here and bleed
You look away and go seek what you only need
You seek her and I still seek you and him
You see it all in my eyes yet you just look at my skin
You say it's all peachy keen
You have no idea what these marks truely mean
Each one tells a story, a deep dark tale
Of how people would use me, then hold me while I was frail
So I smile, I cry, I laugh just once more
As I fall in the puddle of blood on my bedroom floor
You find me and cry for just awhile
And wish that I hadn't dealt with things in this style

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  • 17 years ago

    by Good Enough

    Hey krissy... stop thinking like that!!!!! read my suicide note...