A choice

I was trying to show that she has to kill someone; it could be herself. But she decides not to- Why? Is she being selfish or does she care about others?

An over-analystic artist

With the burden of decisions to make.

Her love, herself, and a stranger

Whose life should she take?

 

Her mind as her inspiration,

She holds a razor to her wrist

"Why would I ruin a beautiul life

When I can choose to do this?"

 

"A puddle of my own blood is better

Than making someone else's a lake."

But is she thinking of only herself

Or keeping someone innocent safe?

Author's Note

I don't usually write poems that rhyme so sorry if it sucks.

Reviews

[nigrum homonculus]

it didn't suck. it was pretty good. especially the ending. idk if its you're first time writing with rhyme but keep at it. you're good at it

[Good Times]

Interesting poem. I'd just take my own life if it were me. Sounds like she doesn't want any blood on her hands, but can handle her own.

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Yep. Thanks for reviewing :3