Alone

I don't know. Wrote this off the top of my head in my school library during third period.

All alone once again,

The time has now reached ten.

Blood falling to the floor,

I promised i wouldn't do this anymore.

 

Your knife is again in my back,

How many times i cannot keep track.

You've hurt me times before,

Blood pooling on my floor.

 

You promised you would stop,

My blood falling drop by drop.

I try to pull your knife out,

My blood is finally running out.

 

Always promising you'll be there,

Why are you not here?

I don't need any saving,

It's my blood the razor's craving.

 

As I write my last goodbye,

Everyone tries not to cry.

As your knife falls to the floor,

I have no breath anymore.

 

And as you find me laying here,

You wonder why you weren't there.

You see your knife on the floor,

You need not ask anymore.

Reviews

[Canicus]

I like this. sad poems are always the easiest to relate to. I hate when you think you are friends with someone yet they are actually planning to ruin your life. good write keep it up