I hold the knife close to my wrists,
Slash it deep into my skin,
Reminisce my lonely life,
As I see blood,
Dripping from the knife,
Feel the pumping of my veins,
End the horror end my pain,
I grab my rag and fall to sleep,
Fighting life is boring me,
Feel the numbness of my body,
Frantic hands touch all around me,
Pick me up and try to save me,
Take me out to hospitality.

by Yolaine Viera

Comments (1)

wow dis is a deep poem ' 1 question do yuh every have any of these thoughts or feelings?