I Died With A Smile On My Face

*It's sort of long... please read it though. This poem really expresses my imagination*

In a world so far away
A little girl sits and cries
Hoping for someone to notice
Before she falls and dies

In this world so far away
A girl cries without a sound
She’s all alone in this far world
Not another soul is to be found

She spends her days in this world
So depressing and so gray
Her happiness has left her
Drained out of her soul day by day

In this world she walks alone
Along rivers and trees so red
She lays down on the crimson grass
And wishes she were dead

Beneath the great red willow
Is her swing that she has made
And on her little swing she finds
Her shiny glinting blade

She takes her blade and sits
She begins to heavily weep
She drags her blade along her skin
In hopes that it goes deep

Her falling blood drips quietly
And makes this world more red
Again she’s stained this world
With another crimson thread

The skies begin to cry
They feel this girl’s pain
The pain is so addicting
It’s driving her insane

She walks along the river
Flowing with her blood
She adds her blood to the river
Causing it to flood

She walks under the rain
And she lets her blood just flow
How much blood she’s losing
She really doesn’t know

Her eyes are filled with tears
Her mascara stains her face
This girl looks like such a mess
Just like this messed up place

She walks bleeding for a while
Then she falls down to her knees
She looks up to the sky
And she begins her suicidal pleas

“Why am I the only one
Left here alone to dwell
I might as well just die
I’m already living in hell”

As her eyes leak tears
She takes up her shiny knife
Fed up with the person she is
Fed up with this life

She makes another cut
Hoping it’s the last she’ll ever make
She says “Please knife go down deep
I give you my life to take”

She felt so good to see
The amount she began to bleed
She felt so wicked deep inside
She’s satisfied her greed

I lay there dying slowly
Waiting to leave this place
I felt happier than ever before
I died with a smile on my face

*The whole point of this poem is the ending... the girl who I was talking about throughout the entire poem turned out to be me... I hope everyone enjoyed it!*

*This is my make-believe world. I've always dreamt about a land where everything is red... and it's all stained by the blood that I make myself bleed... Please Vote and Comment*

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