Treasure Island

Madison Farley

(12-18-1997 / Rockton, IL)

Dizzy


I lie in my bed
Dizzy in my head
This cool sensation from thy blade in hand
Makes me feel dizzy
As if I can’t stand
I’m bleeding now
As my blood dribbles and slides
Down my arm
I wish I knew why I had caused myself harm
I lie in my bed
Dizzy in my head
It begins to sting
I now feel the hurt
I feel low
And worthless as dirt
My pillow now beholds the stain
The one that shall always remind me of my growing pain
My head is spinning
My thoughts out of control
Wouldn’t it be easier to just end it all?
I lie in my bed
No longer dizzy in my head
My breathing is slow
How long will it be till it’s my turn to go?
I lie in my bed
No longer dizzy in my head
For now I lay dead.

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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