Death
She wants to feel the pain,
The razor on her skin.
She wants to leave this Earth,
To relieve her of her sin.
She goes and gets her razor,
Feels it’s sharp tip.
Wants to feel the blood run out,
From her wrist onto her hip.
The blade stings at first,
But she likes the pain.
When she’s done she will go
And rinse the blood off in the rain.
But now she gets angry,
And digs the blade in deep.
And she never stops,
Now the cuts are steep.
Knows what she is doing,
Enjoys it every moment.
She couldn’t stop the emotions,
Couldn’t make them go dormant.
When she finishes,
She callapses on the floor.
There are footsteps coming up,
Then a soft knock on the door.
When there is no answer,
The footsteps move away.
When she tries to get up,
She feels her body start to sway.
Having no more strength,
She falls back down again.
She sees her life before her eyes,
And she remembers when.
She used to be happy,
When she was quite young.
She was an innocent child,
She danced and played and sung.
Now she hates herself,
Every single day.
And she finally gets her wish,
Her pain is going away.
The blood has formed a puddle,
All around her here.
Feels her heart beat slower,
Knows that death is near.
She has a smile on her lips,
Her razor in her hand.
She thinks of her favorite song,
Sung by her favorite band.
Thinks of the people who teased her,
Would taunt her in her school.
Now she hoped that they
Would all feel like a fool.
She breaths in her last breath,
The floor around her red.
She will never be hurt again,
For now she is dead.
(2014)
You asked for this poem so here you go Tara!!!
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