Tears stain the papes

That my heart pours out onto

Like a thick black ink

Covering the empty canvas

In the Blackness that I feel


I'm drowning


No one can hear my pleading screams


Too many voices inside

Screams toss my head around like a rag doll

Calling me

Telling me

Begging me

To drag the knife

Carefully placed against the soft skin of my wrist

To drag it upwards

To pierce the skin, the let me bleed out

Let the poison stop spreading

Before it envelopes my heart

Before all that is left in my life

Is hatred


And Saddness

The End

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