I no longer recognise myself.A Poem by SuicidePact.
I reach toward my bedside table to reveal the knife I had hidden inside the empty tissue case.
I can feel the aching of my veins, they control my inner thoughts, wanting to be opened, wanting to be exposed.
No time for quick decisions, I can't choose to just ignore, so I bring the blade towards my pale white skin.
Which quickly turns to crimson, I suck in my breath to avoid my pain from escaping my lips.
Tears stinging my eyes, burning down my raw skin, my heart aching, I feel sick from the inners of my being.
What are people going to say? Attention seeker! emo! loser! the hateful words I am yet to come by.
I play with my blood, tracing the blade with my bloody finger, and I slowly begin to look up.
When I look into the mirror I see the devil, I'm no longer me, and I never will be.
© 2012 SuicidePact.
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Last Updated on March 19, 2012
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