Broken

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I'm broken,

With no one to talk to.

My friends

Mad at me,

Gone,

Or not talking to me.

I turn,

To the one thing,

That never

Leaves

Or changes.

My razor.

I pick it up,

Press it to my skin.

And sigh.

I almost

Drop the weapon

That harms me.

I almost

Stay strong

For once.

But not this time.

An ear piercing

Scream

Fills the empty house.

Tears

Fill the room.

Pain

Fills the silence.

Once again,

I've broken.

And this time,

Nothing can fix me.

Blood runs

Down the drain,

Mixing with the

Pure,

Clear

Water.

Ruining it.

I cry,

Salt water

Drip

Drip

Dripping

Down my cheeks,

With seemingly no end

To this misery.

I let the pain,

The blood,

Run through my fingers.

I don't know

What to do

Anymore.

Nothing else

Helps.

I bite my lip,

Trying to forget

The crimson red,

That flows,

From my wrist

Into the water,

Down the drain.

I collapse

Because I'm never

Strong enough.

I cry,

Because there's nothing else

To do.

I cut

Because no one

stops me.

They don't even try.

Thy don't even suspect,

When I'm quiet,

I'm imagining suicide.

I give up,

Because no one

Will miss me

Anyway.

Goodbye,

Everyone.

Goodbye,

No one.

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