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Apr 2015
I let the blood run
  2 am..
It's 2 am.
I should be asleep but instead I found a thin piece of metal
A blade
A beautiful blade
I think how does it feel
So I sink the edge in my skin like teeth & it stings
Oh it stings yet I feel
I feel it ripping my flesh
Releasing the blood within
A rush
What a rush
So I need
I need it again and again
How deeply will my skin indulge the metals end
Sitting in a tub I freeze
Blood fills past my knees
I start the water
I watch the color swirl
I need more
Just one more
But this time it was just an inch too deep
The sting rings pulling my body to sink
Head submerged I forget to breathe
Then what's next no one will believe
The vein sliced more like severed I was reaching for heaven
But a horrid cry asking why.
All I could say as the water drained "I did it for the pain mama I did it for the blade.."
Sometimes the only escape you ache for is the freedom of death.
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     Cat Thomas and Ashley Day
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