My Suicidal end.
I lie in bed, on somber nights
Just to stare at these bloody scared wrists of mine
All night, needles in my skin
Watcing my reflection in a cold end of a knife
A voice in my
head becomes clear
"Just do it, one
more time, come on it wont hurt,"
i cry at the thought to rid this pain
i cut ohh so slowly skin releasing itself from the veins
so much blood more then usual
i feel weak
tring to wrap my skin in a towel
the phone rings
blood running to fast, so much blood
i answer, my boyfriend asked why im breathing so hard
all i say "help please, help me,"
panic stricken
i sit in the bath
tub
the warm water is hurting me
i feel like im boiling
now the tub is the same color of the blood stained towel
i stare at the lit candle
hoping my pain will die
i sleep but know i wont wake
fire hot tears stream down my face
i pray to god please forgive me
i exhale smoke from a ciggarette
and cant breathe any more
a finale breath whispers from my lips
i die naked, bloody
while listening
for the ambulance that never came.(poems go here)
👁 3💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Comments are closed for this poem.