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by Kyrstie Jun 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A twist of my wrist, I point to the sky. I scream and I holler, And then I just sigh. I know you're there! Please, listen to me, Wrap me in your loving arms, So that I may fly free. I must have made you angry, For you ignore my desperate pleas, My last request: Just let me die, And put my soul at ease. One dark curtain veils my face, I'm in the dark, and I'm afraid. On my knees, I closed my eyes And silently, I prayed. I know you hear me when I call, I beg and cry for you. Please, just take me home and Stop the pain I've been put through. I lie down on the bathroom floor, The tile's cold against my face. A notepad and a pen I take, To leave my mother one last trace: I'm sorry I left, the way I did; But my soul's broken, tattered, torn, I must have always been this way, From the moment I was born. I do not want you to be sad, For finally, I'm free. Just smile up at the blue sky, When someone mentions me. This is a hard good-bye to write, For I know you hoped the best, But, Mother, know that I love you, And my soul is finally at rest.I leave the note upon her bed, And sit down by the door. With a sharp blade, I tear my skin Blood's dripping on the floor. My life is fading very fast, But there's one more thing to do. In blood, on mother's carpet, I write, Mommy, I love you. I curl around my message, And start to fall asleep, I know I won't wake up again, I cut myself too deep. My mind at peace, I smile. My time's come, and I'm prepared Darkness sinks around me, But this time I'm not scared.