I Woke Up Next To Me

I woke up next to my body.

There was blood all over the floor,
a little pool forming around my wrist,
trailing from the desk where a couple of old drops coagulate.
I cut my wrists in my sleep. I died in tbe mid of the summer night, on the floor of my room, my mind clouding from pain oh all that pain... all the fears of success, the fears of abandonment leading to true abandonment, starving myself to be perfect, always being good but never good enough.

I died because I could never be good enough.

"I hate you so much. I'm glad I killed you. I hope you rot in hell you for sure deserved it. You ruined my life!" I yelled at my tired, worn off, dead, cold body.

I walked away. Let the b***h rot on the floor.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

i WAS INTO THIS i CAN SEE WHAT YOU DO IS RATE YOURSELF TOO HARSHLY .wE ARE HERE TO LIVE nOT TO PERFORM AND IF WE TOUCH ANOTHER WE ARE DIVINE

[TeenRomance]

This piece stunned me. It's amazing how well you nailed the feelings of self-deprecation that we all feel sometimes. I really loved this poem.

[Phantom Princess]

This was a really powerful piece. It was a little sketchy throughout, seeing as a couple of times your tenses didn't agree, but my favorite part was the last line. it almost hits you in the chest. good job

[Ama May Cooper]

You right with so much anger and sadness i empathise ive reached this stage many times in my life but im not brave enough to do anything about it.
Your writting is beatuiful , emotinal ,ragged and torn from realitys harsh blows.