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Know That I Too
We are never alone (a poem for mental health month)
Call out for me

Call out for me

A Poem by NicoleVanityMonroe

Do you remember my name?

You said it oh so sweetly...

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I remember you touching my face, Softly grasping it in your hands...

You made me feel like I was upon the world...

The day you left.

That's the day that I fell ,

That's the day I lost my words,

That's when I had fallen from grace... When I was all over the place...

I sat in the silence... Oh, I cried...

And my tears were not swept away by your skilled fingers.

I. Was. Alone.

No place to go...

No where to turn...

I wish you'd call out for me

My voice was hoarse,

I was...So... Cold,

I was scared....So...Scared...

What abuse was this?

Who deserves this kind of life?

I. Was. So. Sick. Of. This. Life.

I went into the bedroom,

Where I haven't been since you left..

It's cold..

It leaves a aching feeling in my head.

It makes the unshed tears play peek-a-boo with the corners of my eyes.

It makes the lump in my throat from holding unshed tears back throb, Making me want to scream.

I walk awkwardly to the bed.

I had to convince myself to lie down...

I had a fear that the bed would consume my body...

The tears from earlier slip out with out permission...

I reach into that box...That I haven't opened in so long...

The blade... It's so tiny....

But, It can do just what I want it too.

I run it through my shaking fingers...

Absorbing the coolness of it...

Knowing that it will be the last thing I see...

Soon after, I lift the shinning blade up and then...

I struck my pale skinned wrist with it, Leaving a bloody gash....

Inches deep...

I lift the blood-soaked razor again....

And gash my wrist with it again... And again.... And Again...

Satisfied, I lower my anxious hand with the blood-soak razor piece in it...

I lay back letting my wrist bleed out....

It's getting hard to close my eyes...

The pain it's very....Mind numbing...

I can't explain it in other words.

I want to stay awake...

I want to be awake when I take my final breath...

Oh no no no.

It's to late to call out for me now babe...

That's it...I can't....I have to close my eyes...

And I did...

Never to open again...

I relived my life in a flash....And there you was....

I loved it....

 

 

 

© 2013 NicoleVanityMonroe


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Added on January 10, 2013
Last Updated on January 12, 2013

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NicoleVanityMonroe
NicoleVanityMonroe

London, KY



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My name is Taylor Nicole Burns. . . I go by NicoleVanityMonre, or Jake. I am writting a book as of right now, Shattered Hearts Never Heal, And I am hoping someone other then my family and friends ge.. more..

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