I hate the night.A Poem by KiraI wrote this at 3 AM last night during a terrible bought of depression and insomnia.It's a quarter past one. I wish you were here. Just someone to see me, let alone hold me dear. I'm smiling, yet drowning, in love and in life. I turn off the light and I pick up the knife.
I'm crying, I'm dying, and it's barely two. And I'm just curled up and wishing, and missing you. Your embrace--just your face--it's a pained, hopeless dream. Inside my head, unheard, I curse and I scream.
It's nearly three, and I'm nearly gone. No reason to live or to love or go on. There's blood on the knife, and there's blood on my arm. There's nothing left but black holes and self-harm.
It's five to four, and I'm beyond all repair. You know that I'm dying but you just must not care. I'm trying to stay silent as I trace lines in my wrist, But I think, I don't want to be doing this.
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Honorable Mention Jun 23, 2010Second Aug 7, 2010© 2011 KiraReviews
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