I'm Sorry

A dark suicide/death poem…
I slowly cut to dull the pain
Just pretending it's all in vain
Inside I'm aching bad
I'm more than just sad

Suicide is a constant battle with my mind
There's nothing left in life to find
I just want to give up on life
So I grab a knife

I slit my wrist
And watch the blood fall like red mist
Inside I go numb
I wish God would come

I've made so many mistakes
I wish I could have a second take
I hope God will still take me
I'm sorry can't you see

By Lydia Pitts
Published: 2/9/2006 		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!
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