Razor Blade

Suicide - I hold it with question…
I hold it with question
Should I or not
So many problems
Not enough answers

I take it softly to my skin
As I start to press
I also start to pull
The dreadful thing down my arm

As the blood drips
It gets harder to breath
As the tears role down my cheek
The room starts to go black

I hit the floor
With a bang
I dose off
With out a clue

When I wake
I see a light
I start to cry
Oh what have I done?

I start to rise
I start to see
I have affected every one around me
How could I be so blind?

My life is over
Its gone to waste
I sorry I was so naïve
I guess I’m just another suicidal teen.

By audry pollock
Published: 2/12/2005		 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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