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