Blood

The blade in my hand

Slowly it pierces

Layer upon layer of flesh

Blood flows through the open wound

My release of all this rage, hate, and depression

I lay in this cold and bitter bathtub, amazed

At the blood which seeps from this open wound

My only release

Watching the blood how it flows

From wrists. .to elbows

This crimson liquid

It feels so unrealrip

Head spinning

Flowing

The world seems so dark to me now

Still my eyes never leaving

The sight of the liquid

How it drips

And flows down into an abyss

Clean up

Wash away the hate, rage, and sadness

Hide the cut

No one shall ever see the scar

Just one more on a thousand

 

Reviews

[ruth]

oooo..blood..... oooooo. great poem. my favorite part was "no one shall ever see the scar just one more in a thousand"..dundundundun!!!!