You walk in the door no one does anything <br />Your walk to your room without a word <br />They say nothing <br />Their silence is the wound, it is the sword <br /> <br />You take the knife from your table <br />You slit you wrists and watch the blood drip <br />They wouldn't help even if they were able <br />They would just smurk and curve their lip <br /> <br />The blood slowly drips to your bed <br />This is where sorrow has led <br />For tomorrow you will be dead <br /> <br />Your eyes search for answers, they look deep <br />The knife shines red, as you turn it <br />Tonight you will forever sleep <br />The room is lightly lit <br /> <br />Tomorrow will never come <br />This you know <br />A distant horror for most yet a dream for some <br />Some say it's black as night others as white as snow <br /> <br />The blood slowly drips to your bed <br />This is where sorrow has led <br />For tomorrow you will be dead <br /> <br />Your mind is filled with pain <br />Waiting, waiting for a sign <br />The lamb will rest with the lion head on his maine <br />You think as you watch 'I know no future, but this is mine.' <br /> <br />Your heart beats it's last beats <br />Your eye lids close and your head falls <br />It is the creator you will meet <br />When you think this you smiles and then your heart stalls <br /> <br />The blood slowly drips to the bed <br />This is where sorrow has led <br />For now you are dead.<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-sorrow-leads/
