Drawing in a shaky breath, hands shaking
You pick up the blade
Staring at it a tear drips and lands on it
It shimmers, just like your blood will
Wiping away your tears
You pull the blade across your wrist
The blood pools on top of the new wound
It pours over your arm and drips to the floor
Time seems to stop as it splatters
In awe you look at your wrist
Closing your eyes you cut again
And again and again
You just want the pain to go away
Tears sting your eyes
As you cut deeper and deeper
Frantically you run to wrap it
Biting your lip you wrap the wound
You now know what you have to do
Getting the rope from the garage
You tie it just like you were taught
Looking up at the pole
Than down at the stool
You wrap the noose around
And step up on the stool
You kick the stool away
And the last thing you hear
Is the sharp snap
Of a breaking bone
Time to sleep
Sleeping very peacefully
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
