My Past, My Life

I'm writing a book, and this is one of the poems that main character writes. Comment please.
As I lay on my bed and think of my past,
nothing comes to mind.
The happiness, the sadness,
so far away that I cant seem to find them.

My mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions,
my body reacting to instinct.
I take the blade sitting on the table,
and slit my arm with great intent.

As the calm rolls through me,
and the blood out of me,
I feel free.

I can hear things around me,
but can see nor feel anything.
My life a distant blur,
I wish I had the cure.

I hear him cry,
as I slowly die.
I feel his pain,
as I feel my shame.

By Dream Hunter
Published: 10/17/2007 		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!
 
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