Blades & Blood

The tears are streaming down my face,

I pull out my pocket knife and examine it's blade.

I slit my wrists...blood trickles to the floor.

the pain doesn't bother me... it fact in a way it seems to comfort me.

One of these days, however, the sharpness of the blade just won't suffice

I'll pull out a pistol and end it for good, blood splattered everywhere and my body lying there on the floor.

Author's Note

it's a work in progress... open to suggestions & comments though

Reviews

[Chris]

It IS hard dealing with life... hard dealing with - just dealing. But the alternatives are anger and pain for the ones that gave a damn and for the ones that didn't - they still won't.

Control is pretty elusive for most people sometime or another and often getting just enough space to catch a breath seems so unreal. Life ain't fair and nothings free but ...there ARE people willing to listen, willing to reach out - if you give them the chance. And sometimes life isn't all that bad... one step, one day at a time - pause and breathe...then another.

[Dreamer]

I appreciate your thoughts!

[Sami Khalil]

I hope that is just a nightmare...A scary write on suicide...:).........

[Dreamer]

sadly, it's not just a nightmare.
thanks for your comment!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)......................

[Laura Harrison]

This is a very raw and emotional piece. I feel your pain.

[Dreamer]

thank you very much!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It is a harsh write that speaks of the immaturity of suicidal thoughts in some. Those who are truly suicidal do not paint pictures of it. Those who cannot deal a with life and responsibility for self, do because they are keen to tell the world they are troubled and unable to a swim. They even go so far as self harm. Interesting piece and I hope simply poetic in nature?

[Dreamer]

thank you very much for your thoughts and comments.