Blood, red blood
pouring out of nowhere.
Tears falling like astroids,
splashing into a puddle on her desk.
The sadness of loss
peircing like a dagger through her heart.
He knows how it feels.
He knows how it feels(No)?
How? How could he know?
A black hole
approaching fast,
coming to swallow what is left of her strength.
She can't hold on anymore,
the threads of her life unwraveling.
There is no denying her pain.
He's still here(Go)?
Soothing me?
Comforting me?
Faster, faster
it is ending now.
Only black is surrounding.
A huntress of the night,
searching for blood.
He can't save me.
Nobody can.
Not even him.
Blood, red blood
pouring out of nowhere.
Lots of it...
Puddles.
Tears.
Falling like astroids.
Coming from a hole in her heart.
I have been told by many that this is one of their favorites. At least out of my dark poetry. There's not too much to say about this, except that this is exactly how I felt before every suicide attempt I ever had. The time I wrote this, though, I chose the pencil instead of the razor. It's a giant triumph for me, so this peice is special to me.
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.:Shadows Casting:. -Upon an eternal heart-break-
This was originally going to be some place that I could share my poetry, but I have decided, through hard concideration, that I'm going to use it for more. Dedications, rants, poetry and just sharing things. So...read it. I think you may enjoy.
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