The Broken
Tears run down my puffy red cheeks
I wipe the tears away replacing them with blood
Scars and fresh wounds cover my arms
The fingers wrap around the dangling rope
I look at my arms
To Be or Not To Be
The stool stands under my fate
A knock comes from the door
I flinch and look behind me
A sigh slips from my lips
I step onto the stool
Goodnight
I close my eyes
my head slips through
the loop
that tightens
around my neck
the stool falls
and slowly
everything fades
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
The Broken
Tears run down my puffy red cheeks
I wipe the tears away replacing them with blood
Scars and fresh wounds cover my arms
The fingers wrap around the dangling rope
I look at my arms
To Be or Not To Be
The stool stands under my fate
A knock comes from the door
I flinch and look behind me
A sigh slips from my lips
I step onto the stool
Goodnight
I close my eyes
my head slips through
the loop
that tightens
around my neck
the stool falls
and slowly
everything fades
