No one knows what is going thru my head. <br />as I slide the glimmering blade over my wrist. <br />While I watch the red crimson flow down my fingers <br />Dripping onto the once white tile floor. <br />I wonder why no one will help me? <br />They all just leave me to die alone. <br />When they all know that, that is my fear. <br />they wanna see me in pain, but what they <br />don't know won't hurt them. <br />The pain in my wrist numbs the pain in my heart. <br />So I can move on to the next day. <br />Just to suffer through another day of hell. <br />The sight of the blood excites me. <br />Because I know it's mine and only mine. <br />But it makes me sick to know that you can <br />take the pain you cause to the next level. <br />So I take this last this last oath in blood and become <br />Cold to all of this, Cold to all your feelings.<br /><br />Nicole Gehrman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-55/
