A Cry For Help

by Laura   Nov 7, 2007


I'm on the bathroom floor,
My wrists bleeding from the
Cuts my blade creates,
Tears flood my vision...

From the depths of
My broken heart,
Aside from my shattering pain,
I feel nothing but self-hatred...

As i make my cuts deeper
In the bloody flesh of my wrists,
There comes a loud knocking
On the bathroom door...

I hear panicked voices outside
The barricaded bathroom,
I try to block the screaming out of
Those on the other side of the door...

I see nothing but darkness,
As if it were night,
I feel the tightly bound
Bandages around my wounds...

Days have passed by,
I've taken to locking
Myself in my room,
Everyone is wary...

Sometimes i'm the
Happiest person alive,
Nothing seems to
Bring me down...

With the good comes the bad,
I have days that only seem to
Reflect the destruction of
My very on veins...

One dy someone
Will come along,
They'll save me from
ending my miserable life...

someone is bound to
Deem my life worthy of
Living in this world,
But i doubt it...

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