The Death of Me

I walk to the bathroom,
Not a doubt in my mind,
What I'm about to do,
Wont matter at all.1

I grab a knife,
with a razor-like blade,
slide it across my wrists,
and watch the blood pour out.2

I look through the cabinets,
and find some pills,
I start to down them,
faster and faster.3

I drop the blade to the floor,
and fell a sharp pain,
digging through me,
Until I become numb.4

Feeling unsatisfied,
I grab the rasor again,
slide it over my skin,
amazed how easy it is.5

I start to look for more,
I find so many pills,
I dump them in my hand,
Then swallow hardly.6

Again I grab the razor,
Cut deeper this time,
And suddenly I feel,
As if I'm going to faint.7

I start to get dizzier,
I almost sit down,
But before I do,
I fall to the ground.8

I know I am dying,
The pain will finally end,
But I think of my family,
And my friends.9

But then I remember,
What happened last night,
My family and friends,
Turned their backs on me.10

I hear a little knock,
On the bathroom door,
My little sister walks in,
and stares in horror.11

She runs to get our mother,
I try to shut the door,
But I cannot move,
I can only lie on the cold floor.12

I start to cry,
Even though I wanted this,
I realize that I was wrong,
I truly am loved.13

I try to say something,
But no words will come,
all that I hear,
is mindless murmering.14

My mother runs in the bathroom,
Screaming at the sight of me,
lying on,
The bathroom floor.15

I feel my life,
slipping away,
Leaving my body,
Never to return.16

I scream to myself,
I have to stay awake,
Stay alive,
I have to see another day.17

I then figure out,
that it is much to late,
All that I can do,
Is lie there and wait.

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  • Quixotic Greeters member
    May 23

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    This was so sad, but i related. And loved it! In five, you spelled razor rasor. just for your inf Full of sadness, frustration and desperation, ...perfect! Well done!!


  • SeleneStone gold member
    April 30
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    Wow this was so deeply written and sad. I have been there before with the cutting and sometimes I want to go back there. I get these thoughts and just try to push them from my mind, but it's hard to do. Congrats on the trophy you got for this piece.
    ~Joann


  • Friesian gold member
    April 26
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    *cry*

    Man, this was sad, depressing and DARK! I LOVED it! So much emotions, so much feelings! Great job!

    • thanks a lot, Friesian! A friend of mine had cut hersef to deep and downed to many pills, and I had lost her. I wrote this the day after.


  • NinjaMegami
    April 26

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    n.i.c.e.

    I fell like that too... but no one really loves me... no one cares, or pays attention. i'd alone and everyone would laugh, and be happy. (this is another girl using this name)


  • NinjaMegami
    April 23
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    Luvyas

    Sssk... I wanted to commit suicide in some situations...( I was too scared... ) Never mind that! I L-U-V it!!!!!!!!!!


  • EZlats
    April 22

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    ugh, when I see or read or hear about graphic details of pain involving knives and/or needles, I always feel a similar stabbing pain right in my gut. I got that same feeling here and although I hate the feeling its self, that means I liked this. Great details and it seems kind of true as well (not that I mean I think you would do it, just that somebody would and probably has).

    • thanks, Ed. Iwrote this for a close friend of mine in the orphanage who cut. She had died from cutting to deep, and downing to may pills. I am so sad. May she rest in peace.

  • this is making me almost faint with how much detail... DETAIL is GOOD!! I hate it though tha ppl that do things like this are never helped but you see signs almost everyday...

    Always so sad...

    Christa

    • Thanks christa. can i call you christabob like katie? I wrote this for a friend of mine. She died to.

  • more realistic than most.

    Most poems that I see like this just leave them dying; they're never found, and they never think what they did might have been a mistake. I was impressed.

    • thanks a bunch. I wrote this is my journal when a friend of mine had died from cutting and downing to many pills. The people on here are the first to see it.

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