A Drop Of Blood by Sax

This nightmare is never going to end,
it just gets worse and worse,
further and further from the worn and beaten path.

Why do I have to be this way sober?
This is just too much for me to handel,
I just want to die.

I'm starting to run out of options,
my last resort is in the kitchen,
in a drawer,
if you havent guessed by now it's a knife.

I have only one last search to do in this god forsaken house,
if I cant find anything to help me soon,
the call of that metal I will submit to.

I'm sure my blood can find better uses,
I'm not really left with alot of options right now,
why cant life just let go of me?
Why cant it show me some sort of mercy?
So it can let me blow out into the wind.

How many of you will truely miss me?

Just exactly how long will you greive?

The days spin by endlessly,
I just get worse and worse,
I'm gona stop being poetic now,
I'm gona go back and submerge into my little demented and shattered world,
I'm gona try to find something to help,
anything,
anything at all...

..

..Hey Mommy!
Look what I learned at school today!
I learned to bleed today!
I learned to die today!
Arent you just so proud of your preacious son?
I sure hope you are mommy.

Cause I learned how to die today.

mental (66.153.167.194) -- Sunday, August 18 2002, 04:03 am

ah those memories of the blade near me

Matt tucker (204.116.150.53) -- Friday, November 8 2002, 02:50 am

pretty cool
This one was awesome. I realy liked it. nice ending.

amber (205.188.209.144) -- Friday, April 11 2003, 02:33 am

intense
i know what you meen only i dont cut that offten i just slam my wrists on table egdges till it bruses

Damia (216.76.154.108) -- Friday, May 30 2003, 01:19 am

I know
I know exactly how you feel... I have cut my self, just never have been brave enough to cut my wrists.. I love your poem, it reminds me of... me.

Faye (195.93.34.12) -- Tuesday, June 10 2003, 08:53 pm

no title
Great poem. i know how ya feel. i wish i coud write as well as you and put some of my emotions down... its realy bugging me. good on ya.

Amber (65.142.127.64) -- Friday, August 29 2003, 04:11 am

I know as well....
I look at my scars and sometimes add more....I dont know why. I know what that feels like. I dont know why you cut but I will tell you why I do. I was a goth/freak but never cut. my mom and sister didnt like the was I was dressing so the forced me to change. Now ever day I put on this fake smile so that they will be happy, but for every good thing that happens someone or something out there is suffering, and in this case....its me. Being able to write down your thoughts and not cut is a gift. You use your gift well....thank you....
~Amber~

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