I lie on the floor <br />With a blade in my hand. <br />My radio is tuned <br />To my favorite band <br /> <br />The very first cut, <br />I start tot bleed <br />One more cut, <br />Is all I need <br /> <br />The blood drips down <br />Onto the floor <br />As I get up <br />To lock the door <br /> <br />Who will miss me <br />When I die? <br />Who had wished <br />They’d said Good-bye? <br /> <br />It doesn’t matter <br />So why should I try <br />To continue with life <br />When I can just die<br /><br />Anthony Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drip-drip-3/
