Lost, Found, & Forgotten [A Collection of Poems]

A Mistake?

Hiding out in

my bathroom.

I'm home all

alone. My parents

don't realize

how dangerous

this is, or

maybe they

do and they

are giving me an

opportunity. Yes,

the thought hurts;

I think awful thoughts

about how no

one wants me.

Finally,

I get the

tears in my

eyes and

thoughts of

death in my head-

I am ready.

I take a rock and

shatter the mirror.

I don't want

to watch myself

die. I

take the

longest and sharpest

shard and

weigh it in

my palm.

I tough

the point lightly

with my finger.

It slices right

through, blood

bubbles up.

It will certainly

work. Memories of

the times I wasn't

good enough,

pretty enough,

thin enough,

perfect enough,

flash before me.

I close my eyes

and bring

the glass the my

heart as hard as

I can. My

first thought:

"OW!"

I crumble against

the wall. Splatters

of my blood

sprinkle the walls.

I had

no idea

that it would hurt

this much.

I should've

taken some strong

pain killers

before. I'll

remember that for

next time.

Then I remember:

there won't be

a next time,

this is the end.

It's sort of sad.

I hear the front door

opening. My

mother calls

my name.

There's a

puddle of

deep red blood.

It flows out from me

in all directions.

I hear my

mother banging

on the door.

I think she sees

or smells the

blood.

I feel awful

for doing this

to my family

and friends.

I feel guilty

and...

regretful.

My eyes start to close.

No! I'm not ready for

this.

Was this a mistake?