Razorblade

by Beth Robertson   Feb 12, 2006


As I put the razor to my tender skin, the phone rings.
As I rush to go and answer it, the razor slips from my fingers touches my skin and drops to the ground.
I become slight dizzy as i look down and seen what i had done.
I start to bleed slightly but not enough to hurt me.
The phone drops from my hand, and i fall to my knees.
I look up and everything has turned black.
I pick up the razorblade, and notice the blood dripping from the edges.
I didn't think I cut that deep.
I look back down to the vein I had popped.
I've lost alot of blood.
I pass out and wake up in a hospital bed.
I look around to find all my loved ones, and you in the corner, crying.
You walk up to me fall by my side, and say "I thought i lost you!"
I quickly turn the other way to where I can cry and you not notice.
You get up from your knees and sit on the bed and tell me you love me.
All my life I had wanted someone to hold me in their arms and tell me everything will be fine.
Until then my poem will go on, and I'll sit in this hospital bed until the one i love comes and rescues me!!!

*I know it's not that good but i picked that out of all the one's i have done. I might post them up I don't know just yet though!*

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  • 18 years ago

    by RadianceInReverse

    It was good but it needs so help with the flow..but besides that i love the subject line and the way you expressed yourself...Good..Joc

  • 18 years ago

    by Tanya Miller

    I started writing when I was your age. Keep it up. You will find that writing is not only a way to sort out the bad things but it is also a way to express those good times too. Don't give up your talent to be able to express yourself in words.Great job and please post some more of your work. I look forward to reading it.

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