I'm Tired.

My wrists are webbed

enough life has been bled,

I'm tired.

Oh, so, tired.

I'm tired of feeling worthless,

of feeling fat,

I'm tired of feeling ugly,

I'm tired of feeling like that.

The blood flow slows,

and drips from the cracks

in my wrists made of crystalline, fragile glass,

My eyelids droop, and my hearing dulls

Before I fall,

or rise, whatever it is,

I open my eyes one last time.

I gaze into the mirror,

the surface that haunted me for so long,

and now, in the worst possible moment,

I realize,

I'm beautiful.

That's all I ever wanted.

But it's too late.

I'm gone.

Author's Note

not a true story... obviously lol, and I don't cut, but I do feel like this a lot...
Reviews please :D

Reviews

[Virtuosa X]

Greatly done. There's so much things and people around us that make us feel like this. And we always realize too late that we are unique in our own way. But Sophie, i really don't know why you would feel like this. You are such a talented writer and you surely have many other great skills.
Nice Job.
Phedorah

[Underestimated]

Very truthful and tragic. I see a touch of very smooth and deep writing. You certainly have a talent. It really is eye opening.

[Victoria Elizabeth]

um, uh, very good

[Lydia]

Like everyone is saying, this is sad and beautiful.

[Abbie]

This is such a beautifully sad poem. It has such meaning and emotion. Fantastic write! :D

[emman]

Nice poem..We are all made beautifully :)

[Sylvana]

A beautiful and sad poem. It is in my belief that no one ever truly wants to die, and this poem shows it. At the last second, the narrator realizes she's beautiful.. but it's too late.