Suicide

Let the blood pour out,
Slit,
Cut,
Slashes of crimson blood,
Tears of pain from empty eyes,
Long forgotten since the seed was grown,
Withered is this dead black rose,
Tainted and smashed,
With the rolling thunder,
Brings her screams from the sunder,
Cracks and creaks in a broken life,
Her blood pouring out,
Rolling down her wrists like a stream,
So beautiful this cold,
Such peace is this coming end,
The light never shines,
The dark stays dark,
But her eyes close for a last time,
Upon all the dark she stops,
The air freezes,
White turns to blue,
The nothing,
No cuts,
No tears,
No slashes,
Just a blade,
Just scars,
Just dried blood,
Just the hollow shell of a once living girl.
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18-21, F
1 Response Jan 17, 2013

Hey thanks for the read your an amazing poet I think, have a wonderful life be safe and always be happy. suprdupr69