Head in hands
Clenched fists
Wild heartbeat
Eternal tears
Smashed heart
Silver lies a metre away
Beckoning towards him
What is life anyway?
His fingers close around the razor
He laughs sadistically.
The devastating shadow of death nears
A final breath, a plea
He slashes the blade through his veins Sinking lower into a pools of blood
The angels clutch his wounded wrists
YOU ARE READING
Razor
PoetryA poem that I wrote for school :) Deals with suicide and depression, so consider yourself warned.
