A Tale from the Dark side

by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet   May 29, 2013


The scariest part of me is the ability to take my own life,
many people don't think they can,
I am not one of those voices,
when your best friend is a razor blade anything is possible,

My last episode I realized one thing,
at the drop of a hat I became someone else,
someone else with the ability to harm myself so easily,
realizing that I am back to square one,

I remember running to the night stand and finding a razor,
making haste to my bathroom where I first tried to kill myself,
in an instant I cut into my arm deep,
then I did it again,

As if water were running, the blood ran down my arm,
pools of it on the floor, able to see my reflection,
curling up in a ball, now blood is on my chest,
what have I done?, I'm back to the dark place,

As I lay on the floor bleeding to death I cry,
tears of terror, tears of hurt,
nothing can save me as I cry myself to sleep,
covered in my blood and tears, praying to be taken away.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    Wow, gruesome! A dark place.

    • 11 years ago

      by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

      THANK YOU ANDREW!!! sometimes the better poetry comes from the dark place my friend. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Marcy Lewis

    Wow. This hit me hard. I can't even comment properly.

    • 11 years ago

      by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet

      :) thank you Linda. the best of me comes during my hard times it seems. that's the beauty. i hope you enjoyed it :)