As I pray to the Lord, I'll soon be dead

by Kaitlyn   Sep 6, 2004


As I lie here dying on my bed
My wrists are tingling, and dripping red
Your voice is screaming inside my head
As I pray to the Lord, I’ll soon be dead

Its getting so much harder to breathe
I see your back as you turn to leave
I cut again, it hurts, so deep
This time I do not crumble and weep

My childhood’s over before it could start
I go to school now with a broken heart
It hurts so bad now that we’re apart
I hide my pain through writing and art

You never believed a single word I told
Now here at night I have no one to hold
My face turns blue, as I become so cold
I’m sorry to tell you, but I don’t fit the mold

Depression has gotten the best of me
And although I told you, you still couldn’t see
Why couldn’t you just let me be?
Instead of ripping my heart out of me

Now on my bed room floor I bleed
All because of you and your greed
As I make more slashes my knife’s in the lead
The pills are working to slow to see

So as I lie here dying on my bed
My wrists are tingling, and dripping red
Your voice is still screaming inside my head
As I pray to the Lord, I’ll soon be dead

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments