7:07 pm

* TRIGGER WARNING *

I'm cling to a rope
that's slowly breaking.
Closed in by my rib cage
my heart is aching.
In the dark of my mind
flowers once grew.
They lost the sun and
this year they're not new.
The petals, they used to swirl
but they withered in the cold.
The stems broke against the wind,
they once stood so bold.

With a dirty rag
wipe my eyes.
Hold me close
and tell me sweet lies
to get me by, like...
"It will be okay,
I love you.
Stay for another day."
They yelled to get over it.
"I should,"
I thought quietly.
"Maybe I could
if someone showed me the way."

Take this knife and
cut my wrist.
Empty the sand
that once filled me in.
Watch me fall
and break,
watch me as I lose my all.
Kick me and shout.
Hurt the kid
nobody cares about.
Beat me till I'm numb,
till I'm black and blue.
Beat me until I'm gone
and have no clue
of what happened in the past.

Fill my head
with thoughts of suicide.
Sit me down on my bed,
give me a sharp tool
and leave me alone.
I'll trace over my skin.
I'll dig to the bone
to rid of my demons.
I'll scape till they're thin
then go to school
and hear that it's a sin.
I'll wrap up my arms
and stained red thighs.
Wear long sleeves
to hide my silent cries.

Stand in front of the mirror,
squeezing my sides.
Skip a meal and take pills.
Close my eyes,
Hug my dear friend
and empty my regrets.
Numbers come to their end
and soon my thighs don't brush
against each other.
I get a head rush
when I stand up too fast.
Take pills to make me sleep.
They notice a difference
but I don't hear a peep.

I sit at my desk and write
a list of reasons why.
Tears blur my sight
as I stand on the chair
and put my necklace on.
I wore my nice pair
of shoes and clothes.
Fall off the hill,
don't bother holding your breath.
I'm up for the kill.
So long good friend,
goodbye.
This must be the end.

Send me down the river
and through the golden gates.
You thought I was okay.
Watch the suicide rates,
watch the news.
You'll see them rise,
you'll hear my name.
Listen to the cries
of pretend friends.
Watch for the signs of ending.
Hold them close and tell them
they're not broke, just bending.
Take their arms
and kiss their wounds.
Patch them up,
hum a lovely tune.

Help the on the rope
that's quickly breaking.
Protect their heart
that's loudly aching.
Fill their minds
with pretty flowers.
Show them the sun
and hold them for hours

Author's Note

This is rough and the ending it weak.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"With a dirty rag
wipe my eyes.
Hold me close
and tell me lies
like...
"It will be okay,
I love you.
Stay for another day."
They yelled to get over it.
"I should,"
I thought quietly.
"Maybe I could
if someone showed me the way."

This sounded like a song. Thank you for penning...:)

[Marie A. Maya]

That's what I thought too when I wrote it! xx

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)