I sit here
Cutting my wrists
Watching the blood spill out
Until they cannot bleed anymore
Sighing to myself
Wondering when my time will come
I ponder on the thought of Death.
I can control it, can't I?
I look at the knife I'd been slicing across my skin,
Coated with fresh crimson blood.
I smile grimly, holding it in a stabbing position.
As soon as I would pierce my chest,
I would be with him forever.
No more pain of life,
No more hanging onto far-off memories.
I stab my chest
And it's all over.
- Title: Suicide
- Artist: Yuffie Kisa
A not-rhyme poem about suicide. If it's not clear, the person, I guess me(?), is living in misery since her -- my -- lover passed away, and she's -- I've -- been cutting herself -- myself -- ever since. She -- I mean I -- had been considering suicide but never really got around to it. Hence, the poem was born.
This is not true, I'm not a suicide-attempting person, so don't go assuming anything! Thank you ^_^
- Date: 04/09/2009
- Tags: suicide
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