The Death of Me

A Poem by Kaelani

I put the blade above my heart,
I then proceeded to tear my flesh apart.
No longer did I belong in this world,
In the sink, my blood swirled.

I fell with a clatter onto the porcelain floor,
Then I heard the creak of the bathroom door.
I could hear my mother scream,
Most likely from the gruesome scene.

I could feel my life being ripped from me,
This is how I wanted it to be.
I needed to suffer to feel alive,
To feel the physical pain I did strive.

All my life I've been emotionally scarred,
Making my mind become permanently barred.
Emotions I have never shown,
No matter how much I was alone.

It seems like at the moment of my birth I was fated,
To always, no matter what be hated.
Maybe if I can move onto a better place,
I will finally find a loving face.

I want someone who loves me, for who I am,
And isn't just making me a sham.
My heart has finally stopped,
And now there was blood to be mopped.