Suicidal BloodA Poem by Death Stalker
Blood licked my arm as I let it free.
It kissed the rock in my hand
because it loved the rock for letting
it go, it looked at me and smiled at me.
I nodded at my own blood, I watched
it going back into my arm.
I looked at my friend, I growled at him.
"Freak!" He growled back.
I know he won't bother me
but that's ok, because I have a new friend
this blood that flowed beneath my skin.
This friend, made everything alright.
It acts like a good friend,
when I'm on a verge of suicide
it calmed me down.
It always calm me down
when the doctors and my "friends
and families alike cradling me
saying I will be fixed.
"I don't want to be fixed!"
"Me being fixed means no more
friend!" I kept growling.
They all looked at me in sadness
the police took me away into a mental hospital
I cried, because they took my rock away.
But then, I didn't worry
because they still haven't taken away
my fingernails, I used it to slice my friend
out of my arm to sooth me.
© 2012 Death Stalker
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