Suicidal Death.

by Chelsea   Jul 4, 2007


Blood stains,
white sheets.
Feels no pain,
but still bleeds.

Screams,
from the mother,
Dreams,
for a lover.

Life passing,
memories fading.
Breath not lasting,
Eyes shading.

Blurry vision,
high pitched noise.
Makes incision,
and regains perfect poise.

Tear drops hit the floor,
as life is taken away.
Mother still standing by the door,
looking at where her daughter lay.

Is she still breathing,
is she alive.
No, she is leaving,
Yes she has died.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kerry

    I really like the verse "Makes incision,
    and regains perfect poise" I can completely relate.