Suicidal Consequences

Suicidal Consequences

A Poem by Lily Martin
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my bf wrote it, it's kinda creepy and a mix of his other poems

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Despair; Crying my eyes out
Please tell me where to go from here
She is the light at the end of the tunnel
But how far must I travel to reach the light it's time I make my decision

I turn my tunnel black

Cut; This pain releases me from their illogical horror that they provide me
The metal blade pierces the skin and enters the vein
Crimson oceans are coming there is not much left for me now
It's time that I find out what blood really is thicker than

Bleed; Blood running strong down my arm
Forming pools of red at my feet
If life is so complex why does something so simple fuel us
Blood, oxygen, and water; if that's all we need to exist then why do I need her so badly

Reflections of past mistakes fly past me... This is the mistake of all mistakes and it's too late to correct

Die; Life escapes me as I breathe my last breath and fall to the ground
My head hits the floor and I shut my eyes for a lifetime
Left to drown in my own blood death falls upon me
A life ended too soon and it is gone for all the wrong reasons

Aftermath; She finds me in my room where my lifeless body lay
Unable to contain herself tears erupt from her face and she hurts worse than me
Only after I am gone does she realize I was the only one for her
Emotions overtake her as she throws herself on what was once me

End; She rests her head on top of mine and closes her eyes
And dreams what might have been...
 

© 2009 Lily Martin


Author's Note

Lily Martin
he's not suicidal i promise

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Lily Martin
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About me....well i am just a normal person. I am still in high school and i love to play sports. My favorite is volleyball then softball then other sports. i am a very optomistic person and i love t.. more..

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