Blood spattered on the floor,
Dripping ever so slowly,
Coating the floor in a crimson river.
Muffled cries of pain,
Infused with self hatred,
And a hint of desperation.
Room pitch black,
Revealing tear filled eyes,
With soft sniffles.
More blood.
More cries.
More pain.
Blood stained knife,
Creating crooked cuts,
Next to concealed scars.
Silent room,
Behind locked doors,
With curtains closed.
Shaky hands,
With pulsating wrists,
Followed by a pounding head.
Loss of hope.
Loss of blood.
Loss of life.
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Author:
Reyas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2018 09:14
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Comments3
while your work is very sad and might be a call for help within your poem - it is nicely penned - descriptive and strong. please keep them coming - you have a lot to say. thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. They really do motivate me to do better.
Very powerful my friend thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading.
Sad self mutilation and ultimate sacrifice. Disturbing reading. Well penned.
Thank you for your time.
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