heres a poem i wrote..tell me what you think
*a note,I'm NOT depressed..i just write poems about how i fell,but i just make it more drematic...*
Alone on my bed wanting to die,watching the blood run down from my wrists.It hurt before bu it makes me feel better
Im crying&screaming trying to get you to come.
Why won't you come?
My tears and blood mix togther and make a tiny pool by where I lay. I lay by the window watching the night eat the sun and the stars come out to watch tonight.
I;ve done this many times before,watch the night eat the sun and the nights protectors come out. Oh yes I have done this before,watch my tears mix with the blood that comes from my wrists. Screaming crying for you to come save me.
I see You outside my window & whisper quietly "love me".
You hear me and come. But as you enter my romm you are too late. As you run to where I lay by my little pool of blood you raise my up and cry over my lifeless body.
Where were you when I did this before? My Love I hope you realize I Loved you before
-Toni Lynette