Crimson liquid runs
down my wrists.
the warm steady flow,
leaves pretty red rivers down my arms,
as it drips off my finger tips,
onto the floor.
my silver rusted blade,
clatters to the ground,
crimson beads form
at the tip of my beloved razor blade...
my pain is numbed.
i no longer feel.
the puddle of blood,
soaking into my bed sheets
fades out, it is the last thing I see.
no longer will i have to
starve myself, or put up with people's abuse and my own self harm.
my body goes limp,
as i collapse. my body has become
nothing but a soulless corpse.
I am gone, and it wont be long
before
i am forgotten...
Hey This is a good poem!! You have a talent for poetry!! Keep it up. I hope this poem isn't a plan for you though. Get help it will always get better!!! Love, Alyssa
