Posted: November 20, 2012 in Poetry

I find myself

Find myself standing in this room

This room where I go

I Go to the drawer

The drawer with my friend

My friend, shinny sharp and cold

And cold like this world

This world which shuns me

Shuns me for who I am

I am me and nothing more

Nothing more I will be soon

Soon it will be all over

Over and over their hateful words echo

Echo through my mind

My mind no longer tolerating this life

This life that has been empty

Empty my soul is now

Now to take my friend

My friend sliding smoothly across my skin

My skin parting to show the blood

The blood pouring out

Pouring out leaving me feeling cold

  1. 🙂
    Wowzer. You dared going here….

    Fuck. I kept that in. Feel good?

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