Blood On An Anguished Wrist Poem by wandering star

Beads of blood on an anguished wrist
Crying for help
Her begging someone to take note of her pain
Her begging for a way out
A way out of this life
A way out of this pain
Pain equalled life for her
She thought being alive was pain
Her, not feeling or helping herself
Not strong enough for this world
Her, begging someone to take notice
She embraced life
She loved it
She was just not ready for
The cutting knife that was reality
The blade that cut through her heart
The double-bladed knife
That cut her heart in two
And left the other half to live
To feel
To bleed
To heal in time
So much time
Because she was so much
In love with the idea
Of being in pain