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Making Room

Pretty colored pills
go down my throat one by one
or all at once..

Empty prescription bottles
scattered ‘round on the floor with my name
pills here and there..

Slowly I walk
to the bathroom mirror and see myself
I look like a mess..

My stomach twists
and I start to heave Technicolor projectile
but first I grab my knife..

I plan to ensure
my death this time is absolutely perfect
so I match the blade right..

Resting the blade
on my wrist facing my elbow I push
with all my strength..

And then I pull
the blade backwards as fast as I can manage
as deep as possible..

The blood spills
down my arm and all over the floor mixing with
my projectile beautifully..

A tragic yet
pointless life was lost today making room for
someone who matters..

Author notes

Something I wrote so that I could relieve my feelings in a positive way.. I feel like I've been causing people problems lately and that everyone is mad at me and so I've been hard on myself a lot..

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  • Silences Voice
    October 28

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    Raw

    Very very raw. Pure emotion radiates throughout this. I love it. I can take this to heart very easily. I understand very well.
    This is a very nice write. Great job!


  • Hope Angel silver member
    February 13

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    Aww I understand this.
    You matter to me, a lot. I'd be devastated if you dissapeared.
    I love you lots, if you need anything I'm here.
    hugggggggggggggggggggggggggs you tight
    ♥ Jade