I stand in the mirror ,
a tear falls down my face ,
others fall at the same pace .
The blade is sharp ,
its runs smoothly across my vein,
my wrists covered it red blood ,
and slowly runs down my palm ,
then to my finger tips ,
I lay on the floor ,
why dont you hit me some more ?
i cry and scream ,
but through these concrete walls ,
you dont hear a thing .
- Author: kelseyroy ( Offline)
- Published: August 9th, 2010 00:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 48
Comments3
Wow! Its a sad but an amazing poem...i love it
Thank-youuu soo much !
better and better poems
really thannks 🙂
wow! very shocking / a mirror never tells right / the picture is alittle to far . i cant stop rereading it
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