I dont want your help

by alice   Mar 20, 2006


As I sit in the bathroom all alone,
I laugh to myself,
Then pick up the phone,
You answer sounding all worried and scared,
"Come over quick, and be prepared"

The line goes dead,
You're on you way,
This is all your fault,
And now you'll pay.

Behind closed doors,
No-one can see,
The knife on the wrists,
Of little old me.

Try and save me now,
As you burst through my door,
I'm nearly gone,
Laying slumped on the floor.

911 on the phone,
"Come quicks" all I hear
As down my cheek,
Rolls a silent tear.

My world turns black,
God has taken me,
But I open my eyes,
And you're there next to me.

"I'm sorry" You say,
"I couldn't let you go,"
"I had to do something,"
"As I watched that blood flow."

But I wanted to die,
Can't you see?
I just don't belong here,
It just isn't me.

So take off these wires,
I don't need them now,
I'm gonna die tonight,
And I don't care how.

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  • 18 years ago

    by *Friends Are Stars*

    Amazing poem, i can relate SO much. very well written. keep writing xxx