Blood flowing from this wounded heart Torn by a love that used to be I wish I could make believe that we are still together But you make that impossible You freely hurt my naïve soul And took away my mind I used to think that you cared But you really don’t I see you in the hall You pass without a glance Did I not mean anything? Was I just a toy? I go home at night And start to cry Thinking of all I did wrong And what I should have done Later, after all is quiet I slip upstairs And go to the drawer ‘Grab a knife’ my mind says Feeling the cold steel against my wrist I start to quiver The knife slowly cuts Exposing bright, red blood I put my wrist to my lips And taste my own sweet blood I attempt to write a note But my hand fails to move Now I am on the floor Surrounded by my life Thinking my last thought ‘I never wanted to die.’ The next day, as I watch from above My parents find me, pale and cold They call the police Staring in disbelief ‘She was so happy!’ they cried They called my friends and let them know When they got to him He screamed and hung up ‘Why did you do it?’ he calls to me ‘We could have been together.’ ‘I loved you with all my heart.’ But it was too late After he said that I broke down in Heaven I had taken my own life And I didn’t even want to die.
Reason for writing:
Last Thursday, May 18, my boyfriend and I broke up. It made me depressed because I changed for him and I really liked him alot. Also, the love of my life, Shaun, whom I have loved since 1997, is suicidal and a drug addict. I was depressed at the beginning of the year, and figured that love was an easy subject to write about.
Birth sign: Gemini
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