My wrist begs

For both more and an end

More cuts and blood

An end to the pain and scars

The once perfect skin

Now holds secrets and sin

Heart break and blame

Wishes and dreams

Dreams of death

Blame on everyone else

Sin of a mortal soul

Sleeping Beauty

I feel like Sleeping Beauty

As good as dead till your kiss

I need your kiss to bring me back

But I guess I'll never be back

No one gets it

They tell me to move on

They really don't get it

I'll never be over you

You hold my heart

You took it with you

My heart is dead

So very literally

I bring a new meaning to the phrase

But then again

I've noticed that a lot recently

Without you here

Act

I put on an act

For my family and friends

Happy and cheery

What they want to see

As the real me hides

My pain grows stronger

The only answer for me

Seems to be to end my life

I'm falling down

And can't get up

I know I need help

But I'm scared to go

My world is crashing

Please save me

I don't know how much more

I can live to see

Roses

Make sure it's a black casket.

Black roses, black clothes.

The life I lived was filled with black.

So why not my afterlife?

Living life was a pain to me.

That's the reason I took my life.

Blades or knives I didn't care.

I cut myself anywhere.

And now my life is dead and gone.

At my funeral play a sad song.

Black casket, black roses.

Black clothes, black everything.

Please follow my one last request.

Black And Red

I fill the tub up just past halfway.

Pick up the blade from the counter.

And not bothering to strip, step into the tub.

I sit for five minutes, thinking, wondering, why?

Looking around all I see is black.

As I slit my wrist I see red.

The color is glorious and I must have more.

I push deeper and the blood pours from the wound.

Slipping into unconsciousness I see the black water filled with red.

My vision goes blurry, eyes slip shut.

This is a sleep, I'll never awake from.

As I

became depressed.

My friends started to worry.

My sister became obsessed.

I filled with furry.

You asked me to date you.

I said yes.

You asked me to marry you.

I bought a dress.

As I needed you most.

You disappeared.

Like a ghost.

I loved and feared.

I cut my wrists.

I started to smoke.

I'd make more slits.

As I took and new toke.

While my life ends.

I wonder how you've been.

As I go around the bends.

I'll never know when.

Cause life gives you twists.

And life gives you turns.

The scars on my wrists.

Are proof of those burns.

Questions

They don't get it...

Do they?

They don't understand...

Do you?

The pain is glorious...

Am I?

He says it's love...

Is it?

He told you forever...

Didn't he?

You believed it...

Didn't you?

He told you secrets...

Are they true?

As you think of all these questions, your mind's turning, churning, burning... You remember the words he said... "I'm nothing without you!"

Did you believe him?

By DeLaney