The Blood Red Pen

In a box beneath her bed,

Lay a pen untouched,

One with ink now so blood red,

In her hand once tightly clutched.

 

She took this pen which once made black script,

And pierced her tan rich skin,

Her skin and heart now ripped,

She thought about her sins.

 

She screamed in pain,

And cried out tears,

She let it soak in, soul filled with rain,

She cried out her fears.

 

And on a page,

Which once was white,

Her blood showed her rage,

This page was written on by blood that night.

 

It read: Dear Father, Dear Mother,

I loved you, I always will,

I loved my sister and brother,

I am binded by blood, and this was the time for the kill.

 

I hated my life,

I loved you though,

I killed myself with that old kitchen knife,

This is written in my own blood pen, I decided this awhile ago

 

I’ll miss you,

I hope heaven accepts me, and won’t turn me away to hell,

For what I am about to do, there will be no ‘undo’,

I’ll miss parts of my life, I wish you well.

Author's Note

How is it?? It's my favorite one I've ever written.

Reviews

[Saturn's Lover]

That was really good. Keep writing, it does the soul good.

[UnknownWritter]

That was amazing......the deepest poem showing emotional disorder, you didn't only write the words you filled in between the lines with emotion.