(Poem is in one of my stories "Diary Of A Suicidal Girl" so I thought I'd add it in here too.)
it seems almost ironic to me,
that when i'm most desperate for it to stop,
my heart pounds faster and harder than ever.
i am ever so calm when i watch the blood drip down my arms,
my legs,
my chest.
but my heart?
that treacherous little bastard pounds away.
is it trying to get out? to escape?
i tried to help, cutting a little 'x' for it to force its way. nothing.
it's. still. there.
get out get out get out
G E T O U T
break my ribs if you have to,
rip open my lungs,
go on, take flight. leave me and find someone still clinging to the fairy tale that life is still worth living.
i'm busy trapped in the nightmare that it isn't.
let my lungs deflate. let my veins run dry. let my broken heart stop beating.
let.
me.
die.
