"Shut the door," my mind told me
"Walk to the bookcase."
Why?
"Pull out the knife."
I reach in and move books so I can get to it
Why did I?
My knuckles are white from gripping it so tightly
I look at it in awe
The light gleaming off the polished steel
"Put it to your wrist"
Oh My God!!
Don't make me do it!
I can bear the pain
"No you can't! You did this to yourself and what they're doing is nothing compared to what you deserve!"
True
I put the blade to my wrist
God! It feels so good!
"Yes! Yes!"
I slice a large X on the inside of my wrist to the middle of my forearm
I look at what I have done
Blood's running down my hand
I'm so lightheaded
"Good girl." My evil mind tells me
Tears start pouring down my face
I'm not good! Nowhere near it!
"Don't worry me too much. Now just lay down and rest."
I wipe off the blood
Pull a cloth around my wrist tightly
lay my head down on the soft pillow
"Just relax and bleed all your problems out."
It's funny how these things work, was my last thought before I fell asleep
Author notes
umm yea
Written November 9th, 2004
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well that was a great poem. wow only if i could write something like that.
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twisted like the knife in my back
definantly different! GO US SCHIZOS!!! hahaahah!! well umm fucking great write.. loved it. just to let ya know me and james are back together... it didn't take me long to give in to him.. he's just so irresistable!! well cya at skool!! bye bye!!! -
interesting
wow, that was cool. the conversation between you and your mind, interesting
and it was a good change from all those other poems where people talk about how they hate their lives and they are going to cut themselves and cry and die and be "emo".
so yeah, i liked this. great write
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