Pain
Heaven or Hell, I know I'm going to one. Why not help death out?
See thy hand reaching for help,
Blades cut the skin in two,
Rivers flowing from the eyes,
Heart races to reach the finish,
Shallow breaths hurries past.
Hello? Can anyone see my pain?
I'm here, can't you see?
I must be invisible.
Lowering into the hot bath water,
Mind becoming numb,
The blade kisses the skin,
One last time,
Water turning red,
It'll be all over soon.
Passed loved ones greeting,
No longer in pain,
Watching family move on,
No one cared anyway,
Nothing can hurt anymore.
See everyone soon.
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Jackie Dalton-Helms
Lost writer. Tend to write dark depressing poetry
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