The pain is just too much.
I pick up the knife.
I slowly glide the blade across one wrist,
Then I watch the blood flow.
Do I really want this?
Yes.
I continue with the other.
I am in the bathroom,
Face plastered with tears.,
I wait for this pain to ebb,
And wait for the end.
None of it ever mattered.
No one cares to come rescue me.
No one knows I'm here.
No one knows I exist.
Life is leaving me now.
As pools of precious crimson surrounds me.
Life was never important to me,
but now I'm scared.
Did I really want this?
No, I just wanted
this pain to end.
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Endless Days *Completed*
PoésieA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!