Crying out in fear, <br />When no one can hear, <br />My final breaths <br />Will be my death. <br />The silver blade, <br />Makes a final cascade, <br />Over my blood soaked skin, <br />My wrists grow thin. <br />Did no one want me? <br />Did no one see? <br />I wanted you only to say <br />“I love you” one last day. <br />Now there is no time, <br />In my growing crime.<br /><br />Jennifer Ottinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-92/
