Here With The Blade Poem by Silence Dogood

A bipolar mom.
A boyfriend who doesnt care.
A dead baby gone.
A father who's never there.
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My mom is a little crazy.
That's what they all say.
She talks to her angel.
Who only brings her pain.

My boyfriend says he loves me.
But I wonder if that's true.
We lie here in the darkness.
As I whisper I love you.

My baby is dead and gone.
A choice I made alone.
It never got to take a breath.
A price I'd never known.

My father works in the military.
And isn't always around.
He had to leave to fight in wars.
With guns the only sound.

And this is how I met my knife.
My darling pointy friend.
Regret and grief and lonlieness.
Just waiting for the end.

But I dont cut very often.
Maybe once or twice a day.
And I dont cut very deep.
Just enough to bleed away.

And everyone I ever knew.
Just helps to feed my screams.
A broken heart that rips away.
Tearing from the seams.

So I cut to feel the pleasure.
That boils underneath.
To forget what I remember.
And be rid of my own grief.

And it's here with the blade.
That I feel the need to die.
It's here in the bathroom.
That I commit my suicide.
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A bipolar mom.
A boyfriend who doesnt care.
A dead baby gone.
A father who's never there.