She Writes Down Her Woes
I reach for a breathe
But theres nothing to grasp
It chokes my slowly
As the blood is caught up in my
Throat
This cut gets deeper
As I run the blade agianst my wrist
At first it felt as if I was someone
Because I wasnt to late to change
A horrible mistake
I open my eyes finally
The blood everywhere
It haunts me as the cut never heals
I get scared and start to belittle myself
It was not my desicion
To take this knife to my wrist
But it was my little voice
The taunts my mind
Suicide diaries of a young girl
That can bring a man to his knees
Cries out for help in the only way she can
She writes down her woes
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