Here I go
I hold a dagger in my hand,With a newly sharpened tip,
I flip it over, reasons be damned,
Wondering which pices of skin to rip.
I've waited so long to do this,
To finally end my life,
Trying to stop me is useless,
Though it might be what's right.
I take a final glance around,
Knowing I'll never have another chance,
I lay my back upon the ground,
Next to beautiful flames that dance.
I pick up the bleaming knife,
Drag it down my arm,
Not good enough to end my life,
I still feel very warm.
Realizing I've left no note,
I grap parchment and quill,
Dipped into my own bloond and quickly wrote,
I had an empty space to fill.
Returning to the place I'll lie,
Untill they wish to move me,
I drag the blade again and again,
Soon enough I'll be free.
I don't know if they'll understand,
And frankly I don't care,
I know their life will be very bland,
Without me in that lonely lair.
They'll just continue on their fuest,
While my blood and these ashes mix,
They've only seen me at my best,
My problems were too big to fix.
They'd always thought I was perfect,
No problems of my own,
They'd no Idea I was a reject,
Down to my very bones.
His voice no longers haunts my mind,
I no longer hold the blame,
I guess he neede a live person to bind,
To give the unwanted fame.
I'll never see his face again,
Or feel his presence near me,
Never hear him laugh at my friends,
NEver again will I drink his tea.
Here I go, my life flashing before my eyes,
The smart moments and the dumb,
I'm forgiven of my lies
There's the light,
And there's freedom.
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