My suicide

[alostandbrokensoul]

Drops of tears stain my shirt
drops of blood stain my skirt
my head begins to pound
though I hear no other sound
the tissue on the bed
the blade stained blood red
what have I done?
as my stomach begins to lundge
my wrists start to burn
to die is now my turn
first it was my brother
after him it was my mother
my father was never there
because he never did care.
Dressed in black, as the rain falls down
buried alone with no one around
no one crys no one weeps
as I died while they sleep
I fall to the floor
my heart beats no more
drops of tears stained my shirt
drops of blood stained my skirt
my head no longer pounds
death quiets all other sounds
the tissue by my side
the blade the reason I died.

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

whooo you are on an extremely dark roll, i love this.
x r x

[Mikepoet]

You are writting as if you are in so much pain. Everything just kind of stoped when I read this. I hope you stay a member here for along time.

[Seth]

Your poetry touches my soul deeply, with your flow of words and its immense emotion, and pain. Another strong, tragic piece by you,
I hope that you do stay alive and well,
but know that I do know exactly what you are/may be going through...