Dead

The razor kisses my skin

Leaving behind a trace of pain and sorrow

I start to forget the pain

As my wrist dispels pools of crimson torture

As I wait for unconsiousness

I think of what caused this

Not just the hurt but also the regret

The deeper the cut the more distraction from the pain

As the pain lapse over me pulling me under

I know its better than living

I think of the girl with clean uncut arms

Now shes just worthless, unwanted , and covered in scars

Im desperate for the love I always wanted and needed

If I had it in the first place I wouldn’t have beaten

And cut and ripped my own flesh

I wouldn’t crave, desire, or beg for my death

I feel like nothing

Unimportant

Unloved

Not even potent

I could die right now and they wouldn’t even notice

Or care for that matter

If they did they would be here to save me from what I’ve become

But its too late for me

………. Im already Dead

Reviews

[Hiddenfire]

I agree with deadlysilence the font and color add to the piece and the thoughts that it contains. Not the biggest fan of dark poetry, but I have to say that this holds its own with a lot of the stuff I've read.

[deadlysilence]

this poem is incredibly deep,descriptive,an amazing I like the way you chose your font and font color its very bold and so is your writing amazing job

[Tamia123]

Wow. This is so deep! Its amazing!