Feb 2014
2:29 a.m.
Just one more cut the girl thinks to herself for the sixth time that night.
She slides the small razor across her upper thigh
What a sight
she thinks with a sigh.
2:32 a.m.
Her clock blinks red
like the blood that's bubbling up from her leg
2:34 a.m.
It's Valentine's Day
Is all that comes to mind before
just one more cut
2:35 a.m.
One more slice
because what's the harm?
It feels so nice
but never on her pretty, pale arm.
2:36 a.m.
Just one more go
Because the blood comes out just a little too slow
2:38 a.m.
She was fourteen that year
and nothing seemed right...
2:40 a.m.
So she snatched up her razor that was oh so dear
to use on herself, on that cold, cold night
2:41 a.m.
the red numbers keep flashing
tick tock tick tock
for every second, her resolve was dying
all because of that never-stopping clock
2:43 a.m.
just a couple more scars
really why not?
she's come this far.
9:34 a.m.
her brother finds her dead
curled up in a ball
in her nice, warm bed
9:35 a.m
her brother screams and looks to the covers
they're covered in red
he screams again and calls for their mother
who sees all of those ****** scars now carved into her leg
9:41 a.m.*
a single scar in the most unlikely of places
her pretty pale arm, so beloved by she
one last slice to end her life
down the river, down the stream
Just one more cut the girl thinks to herself for the sixth time that night.
She slides the small razor across her upper thigh
What a sight
she thinks with a sigh.
2:32 a.m.
Her clock blinks red
like the blood that's bubbling up from her leg
2:34 a.m.
It's Valentine's Day
Is all that comes to mind before
just one more cut
2:35 a.m.
One more slice
because what's the harm?
It feels so nice
but never on her pretty, pale arm.
2:36 a.m.
Just one more go
Because the blood comes out just a little too slow
2:38 a.m.
She was fourteen that year
and nothing seemed right...
2:40 a.m.
So she snatched up her razor that was oh so dear
to use on herself, on that cold, cold night
2:41 a.m.
the red numbers keep flashing
tick tock tick tock
for every second, her resolve was dying
all because of that never-stopping clock
2:43 a.m.
just a couple more scars
really why not?
she's come this far.
9:34 a.m.
her brother finds her dead
curled up in a ball
in her nice, warm bed
9:35 a.m
her brother screams and looks to the covers
they're covered in red
he screams again and calls for their mother
who sees all of those ****** scars now carved into her leg
9:41 a.m.*
a single scar in the most unlikely of places
her pretty pale arm, so beloved by she
one last slice to end her life
down the river, down the stream
Okay, so this is my first poem and I'm not really sure how I did. :I
I messed up on the rhymey part some, but whatever... Plus I need to work on my descriptive writing and my ability to get into deer, dark roles.
I messed up on the rhymey part some, but whatever... Plus I need to work on my descriptive writing and my ability to get into deer, dark roles.
