If just today I only receive a little taste of the end.
As the blood trickles down my wrist,
So sweet it is.
I know what awaits me if I commit this act,
It will be a burning, forever, sinister end.
For my soul will be lost.
So until that day comes I will suffer.
For I am no one,
I am not able to feel love,
Only able to feel the blade cross my wrist.
I press it to my flesh,
I feel an instant relief.
Then the rush is gone.
So sweet thy name death…
I press it to my heart...
YES! I scream into the night in relief and in pain.
As the blood flows wickedly
I know...
Thou time hast come.
Yes now death will finally come…
FOR ME!
THis poem was written by my best friend Jessa who died. I changed some things to it. It is also on fictionpress.net under silent tears of despair screen name and on fanfiction.net is a great peom by Jessa!
