When i get home

by ~**~SARAH~**~   Jul 14, 2004


When i get home
I'm all alone
i look at my wrist i see the bone
from where I've cut so deep
from my head to feet
i see gashes
made from flashes
of my miserable past
asking god to last
my heart beats fast
I'm urging the knife
it's like it gives me life
it keeps me going
from showing
that I'm dieing
deep inside!

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  • 20 years ago

    by ~:.GodeSsOfTemPtati0n.:~

    ish good =) liked it =) one night after got home fromt he hospital, after i woke up from a week coma, i sat beside the phone and a knife besides me... thinking how come none ever care... "prolly they dont care since been cutting my self fromt ime to time"... sometimes i even plead for him to take my life... but i'm still living... so my doctor told me to write poems, sometimes sht really helps... but i dunno...

    i feel ur poem =) prolly i can see my self to u... i dunno... i feel ever lil inch of ur pain... hope u can make it thou =) like me still struggling...

    love ur poems... hope u hit my spot =) ciao

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