Cut My Wrist

Cut my wrist

with a silver knife

Black my eyes

with a dirty fist

Can't you call death

Tell him I'm ready

Cause I can't make it

Because you killed me.

You killed me

with your hurtful words

you killed me

with your silver knife

Just call mr. Reaper

He'll pick up

He knows my number

My wrists cut

left a puddle of blood

for me to sleep in

My eyes are swelling

They're goin to close

Call mr. Reaper

He'll pick up

Call mr. Reaper

Tell him

Tell him

I'm ready

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

Amazing work, I love it.

[Marina]

I agree with Shelby.
It kept me reading throughout.

I love the flow.

Thanks for sharing.

XxStaySweet,
Rina

[Shelby Baker]

woah!
WELL didn't that just keep me reading until the end of the poem!
very emotional, dark, and deep.
smooth writtin.
very nice.