Alone.
Alone...
Alone....
Alone with only a blade,
And my valor
Yes, a blade, tainted
with blood.
My blood. Mine!
All mine!
My mom and dad
caused this.
Yes all them...
and beer
As the blood drips...
drip... drip...
I can't help it.
Do it!
The tiny voice in
My head
Says to me. Do it!
Should I?
Could I?
Would I?
I do...
With the new blood, it
Drip... drips...
All on my white shirt.
Ah well...
This is the end.........
Drip... drip... drip.... drip.......
Author notes
5 mins....
A contest entry
- PIF..........Blood please, lots and lots of blood....(2) by Unsigned.
470 points, ended April 3, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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What a waste of blood...could have fed three of my kind....
Nice write child...but please don't waist all that blood there are many mouths to feed ....
Ash... -
Wow
Yes this is a sad write when it comes to cutting. Alone is a perfect title for the content of your poem. What you wrote is so common and so true of so many people of today that it breaks my heart. My son just died of an overdose at the young age of 24 on September 16, 2007. I struggle with the pains of our youth today. It's hard growing up in this society today. You did a great job on this and good luck in the contest. Hey welcome to AP, for I see you are a new poet to our site. Keep coming back. Thank you for sharing your gift to write poetry with me.
Blessings
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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lol
i commented myself hehe hehe
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