Ended My Life

Depressed - What would happen if...
What would happen if I took the knife
Sharpened the blade
And ended my life
Slit my wrists
Or sliced the vein
No more names
Id end the pain
I’m screaming inside
I wish I had died
But nobody sees
The night that I cried
The night that I tried
To use the knife
Which was by my side
I sleep with it at night
I hold it at day
It slide it in
My scar filled skin
And make all my pain go away
Along with the blood
Which flows out of my veins
It seeps through my top
It’s starting to flood
I cannot stop
I love my blood
Pouring out
It feels so good I want to shout

By tamara minaoui
Published: 12/18/2006
Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: