The Arts of the Silvery Red & Other Poems

Pathetic Sorrow

I have cause so much pain
I have thought that I was doing what was right
But I have not
I caused the misery & pain
That had caused you to die within yourself
I am the cause
& it is my fault
I no longer deserve anything
Not love
Not happiness
Not anything
Not even my own life
I set a thin & sharp metal object against my skin
I know that once I slide it
Red liquid will begin to flow
Just by the thought
I can already smell the bitter scent of blood
I stare at the blade against my skin
Thinking what will happen once I've cut
I've already cried so much
My head felt numb
I want to slit my wrist
Watch the blood spill & drip
Yet I still haven't move an inch
In disgust I threw the blade across the my dark room
I'm so pathetic
Even I can't bring my self to do it
To rid myself from this so called life
My insides screams to be release from this agony
I cried silently in my dark corner
I see no light
Not even a faint glow
B/c there is no light
I cried & cried till I felt numb
No one can comfort me
Not a single person
I am alone
Forever alone
I can no longer feel
I am just an empty shell
& its best if I stay this way