A bipolar mom. <br />A boyfriend who doesnt care. <br />A dead baby gone. <br />A father who's never there. <br />- <br />My mom is a little crazy. <br />That's what they all say. <br />She talks to her angel. <br />Who only brings her pain. <br /> <br />My boyfriend says he loves me. <br />But I wonder if that's true. <br />We lie here in the darkness. <br />As I whisper I love you. <br /> <br />My baby is dead and gone. <br />A choice I made alone. <br />It never got to take a breath. <br />A price I'd never known. <br /> <br />My father works in the military. <br />And isn't always around. <br />He had to leave to fight in wars. <br />With guns the only sound. <br /> <br />And this is how I met my knife. <br />My darling pointy friend. <br />Regret and grief and lonlieness. <br />Just waiting for the end. <br /> <br />But I dont cut very often. <br />Maybe once or twice a day. <br />And I dont cut very deep. <br />Just enough to bleed away. <br /> <br />And everyone I ever knew. <br />Just helps to feed my screams. <br />A broken heart that rips away. <br />Tearing from the seams. <br /> <br />So I cut to feel the pleasure. <br />That boils underneath. <br />To forget what I remember. <br />And be rid of my own grief. <br /> <br />And it's here with the blade. <br />That I feel the need to die. <br />It's here in the bathroom. <br />That I commit my suicide. <br />- <br />A bipolar mom. <br />A boyfriend who doesnt care. <br />A dead baby gone. <br />A father who's never there.<br /><br />Silence Dogood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-with-the-blade/
