brown hair against her pillow
arms around the white teddy bear that she holds
bright blue eyes against the ceiling
"mommy,what happened to daddy?"
Shush darling it'll be okay,
as I sit next to her and read her a bed time story
my bloody fingertips against the yellow book.
her eyes slowly closed,
I put down the book wrapped my arms around her tight
and kiss her goodnight
Gaze upon her for one last time.
My cold feet against the shower.
water flowing down against my bruised abused body,
blood flows slowly
as I whisper slowly,god watch me bleed.
Memories of how he'd beat me
Sew my hearts up tight,
I beg for death in hopes that I cant survive.
Dig it deeper as I fall down the shower washes away the blood
that flows down the drain.
Erase the pain drown from the inside with my red water
feed my self with the devils purity
Moon light shines threw the bathroom window
against my pale body
fingertips against the tub my brown hair
soaked in my blood
wrist slit deep,
Hours past I only exist inside of me.
Morning sun light trapped inside this skin.
She walks around the house calling to the top of her lungs
"where are you mommy"
searching each room slowly .
I lay there silent as she gasps for air after she gazes down on me
my hazel eyes are wide open inside my mind I lay here,
saying I hear you darling.
Tears fell from her eyes as she began to shake my hand
screaming mommy wake up please..
She held me closely,holding up the phone against her face,
the weakness in her voice as she cried save my mommy
Please,I'm only three.
count the cuts against my arm 1 by one
I lay here numb
I scream I'm here but I lay unspoken
I know all your doubts and fears,
seconds pass she runs to me now
finding my gun
placing it in her mouth
she whispers to me I'll be with you mother some how
I hear the loud sound
as she falls against the ground
she breathes no more.
blood covers the floor,
around her body.
she says quietly its okay I'm with you now mommy.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|not known (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, January 29 2005, 07:47 pm|
this poem is so sad i could cry
|mandy (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, February 4 2005, 04:02 pm|
Thats rough, great writing, but man, thats deep, very sad, makes it seem like im there, and almost wanna cry. i have a friend who commited suicide, so this hits hard.-great job, keep it up
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