Suicidal

by Nicole   Jul 29, 2005


The rosary is in my left hand.
While the knife is in my right.
I sit here on my bed and cry.
On this cold, bitter night.

The knife is getting closer to my wrist,
As the tears roll down my cheeks.
I've been doing the same thing over and over again,
For the past six weeks.

The knife now touches my bare skin,
As the rosary drops to the floor.
My wrist feels so painful now,
As the knife reaches the core.

The blood drips down my arm,
As I keep asking myself why.
And wondering if I'll wake up in the morning,
Or if in my sleep I'll die.

I now have a huge scar on my wrist,
As three weeks have gone by.
And I do the same routine over again,
As I sit here on my bed and cry.

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  • 16 years ago

    by SIMPLY ME

    Very deep poem,keep ya head up.5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by paul alexander

    I like this poem

  • 17 years ago

    by Melissa

    Wow, as i will probily say again about your poems, i totally relate. sometimes things just aren't good or deep enough the first time around. so it is just simply repeated, yet again, over and over.

  • 17 years ago

    by One word can do so much

    This is a well im not sure if it is the right words but this is great.
    Poetry is one of the best ways of expressing yourself. Thank you for the comment that you left me and i hope that you will be posting more poems

  • 17 years ago

    by Danni

    I used to be like that too...but then I had friends to help me out. Just talk to them it can actually help some and never stop writing either b/c writing helps too. I thought this was a great poem!5/5
    lyl ~Danni~

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