Cut My Wrists And Black My Eyes
This is my first poem I have written…it’s not that good but it is better then hurting yourself.
As I lie on my bed with a thousand things going through my mind,
the only thought that is keeping me awake is the death.
I close my eyes and all I see is a person hanging from the roof
with a rope tied from their neck and attached to the ceiling
or someone lying on the bed with blood everywhere.
As I look closer I see that person is me.
My life is good but there’s only one thing
that is ruining it and that is myself,
sometimes I wish that I was never born.
I can’t wait for that day until my life ends.
the only thought that is keeping me awake is the death.
I close my eyes and all I see is a person hanging from the roof
with a rope tied from their neck and attached to the ceiling
or someone lying on the bed with blood everywhere.
As I look closer I see that person is me.
My life is good but there’s only one thing
that is ruining it and that is myself,
sometimes I wish that I was never born.
I can’t wait for that day until my life ends.
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