Flashbacks
I see my past and scream
I feel the hand strike me and bleed
I hyperventalate
It was their words that put me in this state
I cry and slice my arm
and feel the trickle of blood give me warmth
all the lights are off and the curtains are closed
What I am doing in here no one knows
Suicide flashes in and out of my head
I start thinking I'd be better off dead
I can't handle the memories
They're taking control of me
I wish I could be in your arms so you can take my pain away
I wish you would catch my tears and help me to a better day
But you can't and you won't and that causes a depression overload
My body is losing all control
I shake violently and scream for help
but no one comes for they don't care about my health
So i get the noose ready and set up the chair
I get a brush and slick back my hair
I wrap the rope around my neck and take a deep breath in
I kick the chair and start suffocating
I go leaving with your memory and love
Even though you couldn't admit it and me you tried to get rid of
my body twirls on display for the world to see
Maye now you'll be happier after all there's no more me
poem by Jean Pullman
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