Clinging to life

by I am begining to think it is not worth loving you   Jan 1, 2006


I dont have a close relatinship
with my famiy at all
my brither and i always argue and my 3 year old brother
follows his lead
i always yell at my mom
she always hurts me
i have turned to drugs
i got nothing out of it
the onlt thing i hadnt tryed was heroin
so that night when thing were bad
i got my hands on some
i was sitting in
the entrance of my room
with a surringe on the floor
and a razor blade in my hand
i had begun to cut
there ws blood everywhere
i stopped for a secong the continued on
i wiped away some of the bllod so i could see
i put the blade againt my arm and gegan again
this time all i remember hearing was\"sissy?\" from my three year old brother i layed there on the floor
covered in blood clinging to life
then the baby began to cry
my brother came in and picked him up then called 911
my mom wasnt home so the boys stayed at my house and waited for her to arrive to go to the hospital
i was there for 3 days
she never came
untill the day i could come home
she came and got me
then we went home she just dropped me off at hte house and her and the boys left

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jezzika

    I love the emotion in your words, how you flow with each line. I love this one. Keep up the good work!

    !@Jezzika@!

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