Make it end

This poem was originally written by me but given to a friend.

Blood splatters across these wall
My demons chase me down these halls

I shout to you with hopes of reply
I spot your dead body and start to cry

How will I make it
In this world all alone
left to figure out
how to make this place home

I resort to the only thing left in this life
I grab the knife and start to write
Across my arm the blood runs down
With dried tears, I make no sound

They haul me away
to this place of dismay
Expect me to speak
Treat me like im weak

They think me meek
I'm stronger than they think
I write my story
Across these walls

Down these stain-glass tinted walls
Plenty of voices scream their calls
Asking why their in this place
When they know all too well the devils who they face

Regardless why im here
I'm still a prisoner who lives in fear
I write on my walls one last time
For tonight my sin will be no crime

These blood drenched walls
This godforsaken hall
The knife in my hand
Is now my best friend

Destroyed by the pain
Drenched in this rain
I let it all go
I sit all alone

I whisper my last words
As i draw it all in
I clutch my friend close
And make it all end

Author's Note

This poem i wrote... but my friend Dr.Giggles posted it on her page... it is my poem though. It was given to her as a gift.

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I really like this... Have you ever thought of writing a story, or a book? Because I think this has a good story-line behind it, and if you wanted you could write this in another writing form as well. Wonderful job. (: