Excuse

well my friend is a b*#**)! ...haha so i wrote this because everything felt like it was out of control and really sometimes you want an excuse

Excuse

By Jenna

Sometimes I sit….

Staring at its silver face….

It beckons me with a sadistic grin.

 

It reminds me of how my heart cries and screams…

For me to throw my hands up….

And give up on it all.

 

I hold it to my wrist…

I can feel the pain nipping at the tips of my skin…

I hold my breath for a second longer not wanting to give in.

 

I stare at the sliver of red quickly spreading…

It not only drapes across my skin…

But the fire of it burns through my chest.

 

I hold that laughing blade up…

Against the tenderness of my own throat…

I shiver as it licks against the skin and I feel my self drowning again.

 

My heart pulses through that thick blade…

And I can feel it…

Pausing in silence I listen to its gentle beating.

 

I feel the pain and tears flood my face…

Maybe I do this not from enjoyment but because it gives me an excuse to finally cry.

Author's Note

So~ I know I tend to not rhyme but this is my style~ free spirit! Wohoo! :D so tell me what you think :)