My Blade

About my birth mother....
I wanna cry
You make me wanna die
Since when has it been OK
For a mother to just throw you away
You were mine and I was yours
How could you just throw me away outside your doors
Every time I think about all the pain and hurt you’ve caused me
I just wanna set my life free
As I turn back to my blade and push it to my skin
I look up tears in my eyes and just grin
I think of all the other times they weren’t so deep
But this time is different I’m goin to watch myself bleed
Slowly so slowly I push my blade in
As I slide it back and forth
I ask myself what was my life worth
This time is different it’s not the same
I’m done feeling all this pain and listening to all your little games
Down the sidewalk is the path of my blade
I really don’t feel any of the pain
My adopted mom’s screaming
"NO DON"T PLEASE STOP"
That just makes me push my blade deeper in
More blood to take again
I’m bleed so fast
As I think about my past
The blood is running down my arm
I just sit there and let it thinking
"Oh it won’t do no harm"
My adopted my brings a cold wet rag
She tries to push it to my skin as I gag
I push her away and say
"No don’t touch me it’ll all be OK"
I’m feeling dizzy now
And I’m still wondering how
You were mine and I was yours
How could you just throw me away outside your doors
The blood is gushing it won’t stop it just keeps coming
I can see the vein on top
I push my blade in more and more
The floor is nothing but a bloody gore
I’ve made it through
I feel so blue
As my eyes roll back in my head
My adopted mom lays me on the bed
My eyes see nothing
Nothing but white
I never felt a thing
Not even a bite
My breathing slows down slower and slower
I can hear my adopted mom’s voice
But it keeps getting lower and lower
I can barely hear her screaming out loud
"NO PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME"
I’m thinking
"Mom just let me be I’ve fin ally set my life free"
I know it’s all over as they dress me in black
Knowing I can’t ever come back
Now they put me down in a hole
Six feet under the ground I roll
Flowers of many different colors lay on top of the mound
Now I’m gone, gone under the ground
I wander how many really cared
All the happy times I shared
Now I’ve taken my life
Cuz I couldn’t deal with all the strife
I only wander…..
DO YOU CARE ?

By kristin parrett
Published: 9/19/2008
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