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Jul 2015
I was sitting on my bed...
Just like everyday
Except today I'd made a plan.
To **** myself because to me...
Earth is nothing but barren wasteland.
But I'd miss him
I'd miss the way he makes me smile.
I'd miss his laugh
And the way he makes living worthwhile
I'd miss his protection
I'd miss speaking his name
I'd just miss him over and over again.
I'd miss my friends
How beautiful and true
The way they think I'm splendid
The way they believe in me like no one else I know
Oh and my family
The cause of my pain and joy
I'd miss them all...
Even for a second...
I know they'd miss me
If I were to fall.
So as I sat with my razor...
Blood rolling down my hands...  
I thought 'let's do this... Let's give life another chance'  
I've been clean for weeks now.
That's my secret in shell.  
Its a secret...
And when I'm strong enough...
I'll tell.
This is actually what happened to me so... Yeah.
Written by
Dina
380
   --- and Leyla Jude
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