Drops Of Bleeding Love Poem by Ashlie LiveYourLife

I walk down the halls of unwelcoming faces,
with no kind words said as make my way to my destinations.
I am always alone,
I try to make friends, but only to be shoved away.
Unwanted in my own home,
Beaten down, unable to get back up.
Going to bed everynight,
with bruises on my body, and tears down my face.

I beileve the only thing,
That keeps me from ending my pain and suffering,
Is the single blade,
I keep close to my heart.

Pressing it to my wrist,
gliding it across in a strait line.
I expect the pain to relive me,
but instead i just watch as red covers my arm and then drips to the floor.
My painful secret, that keeps me alive for now,
but can kill me later.

I am more alone than I was ever before.
Hiding from the world.
I continue to slice up my arms,
and drain the blood from my body.

I have no love or compassion in my life,
other than for the knife I hold in my hand.
It keeps me sain, It keeps me from doing the unthinkable.
But it wouldn't be a bad thing, It would be a great thing.
So why don't I just take my life now?
I don't even know the answer.

Forever will I stay hidden under my sleeves,
until one day I take it two far.
But for now,
Cuts turn to scabs, Scabs to scars,
that try to fade away,
but only to make some more room,
for me to break open my skin again.

The cycle that pains me deeply,
And makes me wish everything would end, I will get my wish,
because it will kill me sooner or later.
Maybe then I would find some other love,
than the love I have now.

Bleeding love...

March 11,2012