I sliced at my wrists, <br />Stabbed at my heart. <br />My mind drenched in wine, <br />More running down my spine. <br /> <br />The room started spinning, <br />What was I putting myself through? <br />Blood running down my arm, <br />And I couldn't see the harm. <br /> <br />I laugh at the sight of danger, <br />And couldn't see all the anger that I carried inside. <br /> <br />I was watching someone else, <br />Hiding from this person. <br />They were scary, <br />Looking weary. <br />I couldn't see that this was me. <br />How could it be? <br />I drifted away, <br />Couldn't live the life I was living. <br /> <br />I dug the knife deeper, <br />Like the grim reaper after he haunts you. <br /> <br />This must be just a dream, <br />Cause nothing is ever what it seems. <br /> <br />I woke up when the ambulance came, <br />Nothing could ever be the same. <br />I heard someone call my name before I woke, <br />But who? <br /> <br />Give me some more wine, <br />Or I'm gonna pass out again. <br /> <br />I am still alive! <br />Shit, <br />I survived. <br /> <br />I feel like a bird, <br />Caged withour a key. <br />Everyone comes to stare at me, <br />Comments on my beauty. <br />People don't know how I feel inside, <br />Through this smile I cry. <br />Why can't they just let me go? <br />Do they even know what they do to me? <br />Just let me fly, <br />Or I'm going to Die!<br /><br />Dottie Circeo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sliced-wrists/
