My suicidal dream

by Emily   Dec 31, 2004


My night ended sooner than any other
i left leaving just a note addressed to my mother

i kept on cutting even though i wanted to quit
over and over,slit after slit

the blood pured out all over the floor
it kept on flowing at a constant pour

i looked at my wrists and began to cry
then looked up in tears to ask God why

i waited for an answer as i sat in blood and tears
and in the silence remembered dying was one of my biggest fears

my body went numb and my eyes began to close
the next thing i say allayed my coffin under a rose

i was at my funeral,but no one else was there
shocked in total disbelief i sat in a blank stare.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Paula

    love the poem, keep it up. xx