Times running out..

by Jo   Dec 30, 2005


I take the knife out of the droor
Sharpen it up...
And take my life...

I lay there...my eyesights going
And Im getting voices in my head
One from the one I love
Saying 'why did you do this'
I knew they wern't holding me telling me to stop
If only I could reply
My voice is starting to go at this point
Every time I tried to talk I'd choke on the blood
If I could have replied... I would have said remember me for who I was...
And what we are I'll always love you for ever and always!

I start to grasp the knife downwards towards my wrist
I wanted to be dead so asked my friend to help me
She said yes I know this is what you want
So as I’m lien on the floor grasping the knife, blade pointing downwards
She stands above my head and my arms are above
She brings her foot up and gives the knife a good kick
Hits a vein and bang I’m bleeding to death
Things got to hard…
It was a struggle…
I wish told was more open about how I was feeling…
Maybe it wouldn’t have got so bad…
One woman took my life away from me
No longer live able
To everyone I’ve ever loved I’m sorry!

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