As I Hang Up Poem by Haley cox
As I Hang Up
As i hang up the phone,
I reach for my glass.
No,
Not sharp enough.
Were's my razors?
Ahhh there they are
My little helpers
I'll start with my right wrist,
Save the best one for last
I put my blanket in my mouth
So no one will here my screams
I put the razor over the vain
And push down
Harder than i ever have before
And unlike my other cuts,
These will run parallel with my vains
The brillaint scarlet red,
On the bare white of my arm is so beautiful,
Yet scary, For what i have done cannot be reversed
I scream a blood curdling scream
Once the cut on my right arm is gushing blood,
I quickly switch to my left arm
Before i loose the strength to cut the
Last cut that will end my
Misorable excuse of a life
Another scream bubbbles up on my lips
But i fight it back
As the blood flows freely from my left arm
how was that beautiful its gross and nasty i mean i cut myself twice and i couldnt stand it depresion is not what people want thats what cutting is depression that was a horrible poem i ever herd! !
this is.. wow. beautiful. channel, sunshine. let you writing whisk you away
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4/29/2024 2:16:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know it's hard to see any good in life, and when cutting seems like the only thing you can do, it just seems so right. Maybe I'm a hypocrit for saying this, but I really hope you won't cut, just cuz I know it's not good for you, and it would be awful if you let anything happen to yourself. I think you might like to read my poem/story 'A Short Story About Killing Myself'. I think you'd be able to relate, but I hope it doesn't make you more depressed.