Emptiness surrounds you as you fall into your sleep. <br />You hunger for the truth, but your longing’s way too deep. <br />You wrap yourself in anger; throw tantrums at your door, <br />And you feel like dying now, so you dropp to the floor. <br /> <br />You grab your knife and gun, and wonder which is slower, <br />You want to feel the pain before your life is really over. <br />You slice your wrists with diligence and there are blood stains on the floor. <br />You slowly bleed until there’s nothing left to bleed no more.<br /><br />Maura Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-stains/
