Blood and Death

When you drag the blade across, And see the blood trickle from your wrist, You know you hit deep enough, And you start to panic, All you can see is bright red everywhere, In the sink, on your clothes, and on the floor, Everything blurrs as you fall to the ground, When you wake you still see blood, As  you come and go from consciousness, You picture everything over and over, It all comes back to the blood, The bright red, warm blood ozzing from your wrists, You start to go into shock thinking, "was this a mistake?" Then you tell yourself you couldnt handle everything around you, So as no one come to get you, You feel terrible and bad, Memories of friends and family flash through your head, As you slowly bleed to death. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 04:09 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1