Blood and tears

by brokernandafraid   Dec 27, 2007


All the noise,
All this mess
I cant believe
I let you break me.
I let you rape me
Now I'm breaking
Now I'm falling apart
I cant believe this
My little heart
There's not one piece left.
You stole me
You broke me
You left me to die.

All the things going round my head,
All these voices all the noises
Wont rest till I am dead.
As I lay in this stone cold bed,
I cannot rest I follow the voices.
I follow your words.

As I find myself alone in this room,
To my right the bottle of pills,
To my left the blades.
The pills taste bitter I begin to gag,
I swallow the down I need to do this
Then maybe you'll leave.

I take the blade to my wrist,
I point it down and cut quick toward me
The blood it pours all to the floor.
I do the same to the other
but its difficult there's so much blood.
As my blood mixes with my tears I cant believe
I'm finally going to leave.

I hate you, I hate me
I cant see where you end and where
I begin. As my blood mixes with my tears
I'm angry you taken so many of my years.

I sit and cry I know I'm going to die
I am not scared or even sad I feel
Sweet relief. I lie and watch my blood run thin
I realize as my heart begins to slow.
At 10 years old my life was over before it began.

I blame myself I should have ran,
Away from you I am now. Now 6 feet under ground
You cant touch me anymore.
I'm no more your victim.
I'm protected by the solid ground.
My spirit doesn't’t hang around
it runs right to heaven
i bang at the door,
i'I'mo relieved that
you cant hurt me anymore.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Faye

    DEEP poem.
    It really Touches the heart. Keep it up.
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Talieka

    This poem is reali deep and sad, it made me cry =[

  • 16 years ago

    by Faye

    5/5. I loved it. Im sorry if this is really happening to you. Your an amazing wrighter. It was from the heart. You know the difference between words and words with meaning. Thats hard to find in wrighters these days. awesome job.

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