Blood splashing on the tile,
An arm dangling from the tub.
Bubbles that float like clouds,
Now dark and crimson.
Beautifully crafted dagger,
Sunk to the bottom.
Eyes rolled back in the skull,
Mouth draped open.
Light ripples in the water,
Worthless breaths to a worthless life.
All love, guilt, and lies streaming from wounded wrists and a broken heart.
Finding this familiar face,
Turning away from you.
Leaving this reality,
Hurting everyone once again.
Silent screams escaping from a breathless body.
Chocking brain,
Beginning to drift away.
Nothing left behind,
Besides a blood stained corpse.
My History
- Amanda
- Stratford, Wisconsin, United States
- I have a daughter. She is my life. I work, I clean, I sleep.
May 4, 2007
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