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I thought about it for a while Before I did it Because I didn’t know how I kept glancing at the scissors sitting On my study table Thought to get up to grab them To hold its blade against my bare skin In my mind I could feel the pain Of what it would be like Maybe it was because I was so hurt And I just wanted to hurt others The way they hurt me So I rose from my bed But I walked out the door Walked into the bathroom Opened the cabinet with aspirin I counted them by fives as I took them Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five Was it enough? I walked back to my room Slowly with hands still shaking, And body trembling. I pushed under the covers And slowly dozed off to sleep. The next morning would come But I wouldn’t wake up Everyone would yell from my bedroom door But I wouldn’t move They’d come to shake my cold body And realize the difference Between what I was and What I am. The morning sunshine broke Through my window sill And I slowly lifted my eyelids It didn’t work. Maybe it wasn’t enough So maybe I'll just have to try again tonight.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Tonight.
I thought about it for a while Before I did it Because I didn’t know how I kept glancing at the scissors sitting On my study table Thought to get up to grab them To hold its blade against my bare skin In my mind I could feel the pain Of what it would be like Maybe it was because I was so hurt And I just wanted to hurt others The way they hurt me So I rose from my bed But I walked out the door Walked into the bathroom Opened the cabinet with aspirin I counted them by fives as I took them Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five Was it enough? I walked back to my room Slowly with hands still shaking, And body trembling. I pushed under the covers And slowly dozed off to sleep. The next morning would come But I wouldn’t wake up Everyone would yell from my bedroom door But I wouldn’t move They’d come to shake my cold body And realize the difference Between what I was and What I am. The morning sunshine broke Through my window sill And I slowly lifted my eyelids It didn’t work. Maybe it wasn’t enough So maybe I'll just have to try again tonight.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
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