A Silent Cry For Help

by RicaLo   Mar 22, 2004


She's so depressed.
She can't think.
She says to herself
"My life stinks!"

She picks up the knife
No ifs, ands, or buts
She opens her skin
With a deep, jagged cut.

She cries at first
Because of the pain
But she keeps on slicing
Cutting every visible vein.

Her life is slowly leaving her.
There's no one around
To hear her feeble cry for help
It was just a fleeting sound.

Instead of crying with eyes and tears
She cries with puddles of blood.
There was so much on the kitchen floor
You'd swear there was a flood.

As she closed her eyes for the final time,
Her breathing began to stop.
Then as the last stage of death came,
Her heart began to stop.

She didn't have to kill herself;
She didn't have to die.
She could've just talked to me.
She could've at least tried.

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  • 20 years ago

    by RicaLo

    Thank you for your comments. It makes me feel good to know that someone is reading my work and actually enjoying it. I like all of yalls poems, too. I'll read them and comment on them.

  • 20 years ago

    by Danielle

    Instead of crying with eyes and tears
    She cries with puddles of blood.
    There was so much on the kitchen floor
    You'd swear there was a flood.
    ^^^^
    That was the best part, it really put a visual in my head, ur a wonderful writer, and i cant' wait to read more!

    I really enjoyed that poem so much, because I've felt the same so many times, and I just wish that I coudl talk to someone but alot of times, it's hard ya know? By the way, there is no newspaper article for that opem that I wrote, I made that up, none of that is true, even though I'm sure that is happens in every day life...

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