I am slowly dying
As I sit here and bleed
No one really knows
The true me
I can't even cry
While I die
I brought this upon myself
I Found relieve
In a knife
It took me out of this hell
To a place I had no pain
But once the bleeding is done....
I am right back in this hell were I started
This hell full of pain and hate
So I sit here all alone
Out in the cold
There is no light shining
No one trying to save me
I am on my own
Left to die
I can never cry
Blood all over the place
I am half alive
My time here is almost gone
So I sit and write my last goodbye
As I die
“I am sorry but goodbye. I just can’t survive in this hell. So I have to cut deeper then before. I must put the gun to my head and pull the trigger.”
Now she is dead
She committed suicide
On that cold night
Broken Hearts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutter-2/
