Blood

a suicidal girl's poem for all who feel obliged.

Cutting wrist open; I feel no pain,

feeling the blood ooze; going insane,

closing my eyes, I hope for no more,

thinking too much, it makes me sore,

 

the things they have said; they'll leave me to die,

they knew what I was but they will not lie,

they left me right here to cough and to heave,

if only I knew the safe way to breathe,

 

breaking dawn soon; I don't want to give,

lend over my blood; I dont' want to live,

who knew what I was and what I will do,

if only I tried; I wish it was you,

 

I wish you had known; the things I have planned,

if only you knew; I'd give you a hand,

to help you help me; to make those things meet,

the death that's to follow; the death I will beat,

 

the blood that won't end; the blood gives out cries,

those tangle up words; those woven up lies,

your precious red rose; your gift of a smile,

if only I knew; I'd find it worthwhile,

 

to live a bit longer than I thought that I could,

to breathe a bit stronger than I thought that I should,

to smile a bit more than the idea that's there,

to give in to hug; the idea that's rare,

 

Razor in hand, I take my own life,

the bleeding is deeper than cut with a knife,

please don't hate who I was; and who I became,

because the girl in the photo; she's always the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jumbie's #1 fan]

This is soo good. I feel deep remorsefor the person in the poem. I love the imagery you use and it really conveys the gravity and depth of the sitiuation. My heart goes out to the writer. You should read my song "She Could Be". It talks about sort of the same situation.