A poem i wrote

Apr 01, 2006 14:44

Suicide

Holding a knife to my throat
Tears streaming down my cheeks
I ponder
I wait
A drop of blood
Runs down my neck
If I cut deeper I’ll be dead
As I stand under a blanket of stars
A bloodstained moon refuses to shine
Tonight is the night I’ll be dead in good time
Let the pain fade away
The clock strikes midnight
It starts to rain
I press harder
More drops of blood
The knife slips
Clashes on the cement and skids away
I collapse to the ground
Drenched in rain
Drenched in blood
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