I sat there,
On the blue, cold floor,
I held it there,
Gripped it with my hand.
I looked to my arm,
Then to my hand,
Took this device,
And swiped it across my flesh.
It began to bleed,
My pain suddenly floated away,
I felt okay for once,
Watching it bleed away.
I smiled to myself,
Thinking this feeling would last forever,
The pain was horrible,
But I just felt so alive.
I decided to cut once more,
If one felt good,
Two would take my problems away for good.
I sat on the cold, blue floor,
With this device in my hand,
Made one more cut,
Closed my eyes,
Drifted away,
And never woke again.
~Stacey Jayne Lynch~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
