Sometimes

Some days I don't see the sky,
I don't look at the flowers, or the grass
I don't spend my spare moments
Looking at plants swaying in the breeze
Some days I just see darkness,
Swallowing up around me
Daring me to take another plunge.
Draining me of happiness

Some days I see the sky
I spend hours looking at the beauty of flowers and grass
I spend all my hours picturing
The plants swaying in the breeze
Some days I just see the beauty
Filling me up to the brim
And daring me to take that last plunge
Draining me of darkness

Some days I see bright red blood
In the back of mind I know it's mine
I spend hours looking at the drying blood,
I spend days waiting just to be alone
I grab the blade, and rest it on top of my breast
I press down harder, and I slice
Just until I see the blood sliding down
And I'm daring myself to take that last plunge
Draining me of life




Poetry by Lauren M
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Written on 2009-08-16 at 08:50

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