A fight takes place
Mental or physical
It’s all the same
I slam my door
And tears spill out
I shuffle through my drawers
And look through all my stuff
Until I pull out salvation
I lift the blade up
And it glistens in the light
I move my arm down along with the blade
It pierces my skin
The cut made deep
The blood seeps out
And runs down and drips to the floor
My tears begin to cease
A smile appears on my face
The blade keeps working
Up and down
Side to side
My smile growing stronger
My body growing weaker
A storm begins
With thunder and all
I’m laughing hysterically
Like a mad person
I keep cutting
And cutting
Until the blood is surrounding me
The addiction’s growing stronger
I can’t stop at all
I wish I could
But it’s taking over
The thunder makes a loud crack
The hand slips
The blade goes to deep
And I cry out softly
The blade falls to the ground
I can’t stop the bleeding.
It’s going too fast.
I begin to lose consciousness
I begin to fall
A few hours go by
I wake up
The blood is still there
I can’t feel anything
The pain is gone
My life will end soon
So I say goodbye
I can see my blade near
I take it in my bloody hand
Then I finish the job with a slash
And my head falls back
And hits the wall
My breath ceased
My eyes roll back
My arms lie lifeless
I bet you wished you had never fought with me
I hope you think it’s your fault
I know you will cry for eons
But I will never regret
The night that thunder gave me that final push
by
deadrose37posted on 07/24/2008
Great poem, very meanignful.