Poems

Morbid poem

I stare at my blade as I start to cut

I watch as the blood dripps down

I look to the door which is locked and shut

I see the blood on the floor and frown

Maybe this is wrong

but it feels so right

it makes me feel strong

I shut my eyes tight

I think about what lies ahead

as i drag the blade deeper into my skin

I wish I would already be dead

as I watch the blade dig in

I watch as my life flashes before my eyes

as I see the scenes I start to cry

there were too many lies

I think of everything as I start to die

With my last ounce of strength

I write I'm sorry with blood

at arms length

as I hit the ground with a thud....