Darkest poems

Cuts

I sit on the floor

In the Dark

With no meaning in my soul

No meaning for life

For I'd just found out

Of what my so called

Lover

Did

It was yesterday

I make my way

To his house

He gave me the key

To his so called 'heart'

He told me

A month

After

We met

I walk to his room

And see a whore

On top of him

He sees me

He says my name

I drop the key

Hot tears run down my face

My feet were quicker than my brain

They begin to run

Down the steps

And to my house

I lived alone now

My arms start to

Grab his things

I set fire to them

In the back

Of my

House

My hot tears

Burned my face

Hours later he

Comes by

Asking for forgiveness

I didn't answer

Just sat on the floor

And that tis where

I am now

In the same spot

Thinking

About a blade

I get paper and pen

I begin to write

A sorry letter

Explaining

That this was the last thing that

Drove me over

My breaking

Point

After when I

Was done

I go to

The kitchen

I pick up

The phone

Call my

Mother

Tell her

I love her

Tell her

I'll

Miss her

She sounded confused

I told her

That soon

She will understand

I hang up on her

I call the man that broke

My fragile

Heart

I tell him good-bye

And hope he won't make the same mistake

That he

Did with me

I hang up

Before

He spoke a word

The phone

Is laid

Face down

My fingers

Laced around

The end

Of my killer

I carry it

To my room

I sat on the end

Of the bed

Rolled up

My sleeves

And see the

Old cuts

Pressed the end

Over the old

On my skin

I slice

And felt

A quick pain

I did it

Again

And again

Till

I was no longer

There

I die

With blood

Staining

My clothes

My bed

My eyes

As I died

All I can remember

Before I died

Was the

Cuts

All I could feel was the

Blood

Running down my arms

The smell of me

Dying

Was all

So

Familiar

But this

Time

I will

Die