what i feel (at times)
22:19 Jul 16 2011
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As I stood in the bathtub,
Belt tightly rapped around my neck and i stab my wrists ,
I can't breathe.
I start gasping for air.
But still want to die.
I write on the mirror,
Sorry for being a pain in the ass,
Sorry for being such a biTch in the past,
But now i am gone,
But I am not dead.
I can't breathe.
I keep the belt around my neckso tight blood starts to spill,
As I feel deaths prestnce i calm down
I fall to the floor,
Belt still in tack.
No one will notice,
Cuz no one will care...
bloody tears spill down my cheek as u wipe them away,
I lay in this pool of blood as u pick me up ,
As I cry red tears
Knife in one hand, white roses in the other,
You stand above me with a look of horror upon your face.
You got a look in your eye that sends more tears down my face .
bloody tears spill down my cheek,
I choke out words that are desperate for help.
You ignore me and go away for a couple minutes,
Coming back with a knife .
u stab it into my heart
This is the night,
This is the night that I died
I'm trying something different u wont remeber me ,
Then my cutting attempts that never wourk,
You see I found this rope strong as can be ,
In my basement no one will find me ,
There's this big hook on the ceiling,
I'm wondering if maybe,
Just maybe it could work my freedom a rope away,
I take the latter set it up,
A little below the hook,
I climb up the latter tears running down my face ,
Looking down its not high,
But high enough to kill me,
I wrap the rope around the hook,
Then tie it around my neck,
Still thinking maybe,
Just maybe it will work,
Then I grab my note from my pocket,
Open it and read it out loud,
"One day every one will remmber me for who iam not for wat i am ,
But now it's caused so much pain,
I drop my note to the ground,
Looking at my wrists,
I pull out a razor,
And slit them one last time deep as i can ,
Then I drop the bloody razor,
And it falls on the note,
Making it turn bloody too,
I smile and start to giggle,
About how this is the best way,
And so easy to do,
I'm getting blood all over me,
I hear my mom up stairs,
Yelling "victoria where r u,"
Then with the rope still around my neck,
I forget its there and jump,
My air,
Is gone,
I can't,
Breathe,
I,
Guess,
This is,
It.
My family,
Is now free,
And so am,
I.
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