Suicidal

The knife is my

close friend

its cool hard blade

smooth and kind in its ways

the knife doesn't hurt me

but if i give it the chance

i will be gone

be gone

for good

 

i dont know who i am

or what i am

or why i am

i dont know if i even

deserve to live

if i even deserve

to breathe

because the air

in my logs

could be going

to better people

than me

 

No i have never

sliced my self up

cut pen my wrist

bled through the night

and no i have never

thought i would be alright

i have known my whole life

that i would have to suffer

throug the nights

and no i have never

fallen in love

because the one person i loved

was my mother

its all my mothers because

im hurt and im dyeing

it is all her fault

im dieing

 

dont expect me to give in a

and dont wait for me to give up

and dont think

that im ready to fail

this knife in my hand

will wait for the day

i'm ready to go all in.

one crimson line

strait down each wrist

bleed until i can never bleed again

because you know me,

dear friend.

i will suffer through days

because i never do things halfway.

Reviews

[GimmeFriedChiken]

Elisa I have decided this is my favourite poem by you................ gosh I'm speechless :O your so talented and I can't believe how good you are at this stuff, it's so deep! You should really keep this up your far to good you should be famous :)

[Adele Potter]

...wow...

That's like, the only word I can think of to describe this. In a good way, believe me. You should do poetry more often. You're, like, really good at it.