A everlasting Crimson Stain

by Caity   Dec 14, 2005


I watch there faces
do they have an idea?
i search more, no there are no traces
of suspicion or hurt

I walk into the bathroom
and pull out my prescription pills
and Ill down it with some vodka
cuz i know for sure it kills

I take out the exact-o knife
that i slyly stole from art class
If this is the good life
than i think i will pass

I down the pills have a chase of the vodka
get into the bath of hot water
soon to be stained blood red
smiling because i know that in a few moments
i will be dead

I slit my wrist
deep and true
i laugh as the blood comes out crimson red
but inside its blue

I close my eyes
and i feel that its my last breath of air
I couldn't have done this
if you had just once told me you did care

As i feel my soul decent from my body
You bang open the door
you see me dead in the crimson water
and you fall to the floor

I was full of pain
i wanted to scream
now you have to live with the fact
that i killed myself at 16

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  • 19 years ago

    by MiSs*UnDeRsTuD

    DAMN......thtz krazii...n soundz way 2 familer....really really go0d poem by the way...keep ya head up!!!