Last Cut

by malina   Jun 17, 2007


Everyday
i would live the same life
whenever i look at myself
in my hand there was a knife

i can't help it
but it would come close to my skin
then it would slowly slide across
tearing up my veins from within

with blood streaming out
a smile spreads across my face
i pick up the knife again
and cut at even a faster pace

i can't feel a thing
only feeling the cold rush of blood
i don't cry out in vain
for i am numb

i look up
a girl is smiling back at me
my hand shaking
how can this girl be me

i don't know how to stop
I'm no longer the master of my motions
all i can do
is stand like I'm frozen

i can't control myself
everything's happening so fast
everything stops
now at last

i bring up my wrist
until i can see it clearly
a girl that bleeds out of control
is me

no one dares to come close
i can't seem to let go of that knife
it taunts me
it caused me to ruin my life

everyday
there will be more and more blood at lost
and as days go by
my life would be at cost

blood shatters everywhere
my heart cant take it anymore
my legs give out
i can't remember anything even the memories from before

laying lifelessly
my hand find its way for the knife
you won't ever see me again
for this last cut will end my life

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