by Michele Terboss

Created on: June 06, 2009

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed.
A few more tears, a few more regrets.
My life plays over and over in my head...
It's never been anything worth mentioning.
More tears then smiles, more mistakes then things I've done right.
There's too many people in the world today
What's one more dead body in the middle of the night?
Blade to my wrist,
I've choosen my favorite, the one I use in my most heartbreaking moments.
The pain is intense, but I cannot resist.
Everyone has already whispered about my insanity.
No longer do I have to take the time to explain anything.
Yes, I'm crazy.
Yes, I make myself bleed.
Yes, I know you don't understand,
But how could you when I can't?
I watch as the crimson streams flows down my arm,
I embrace it's warmth.
I just need to push a little bit deeper,
I gratefully fall into my own weakness.
You will never conceive how I find such pain beautiful bliss.
Soon it's over, I'm on the floor, soaked and pale,
My lips never opening again to tell the tale.

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