Poetry Love


Lost - Poem by Poetry Love

She feels so lost without her cuts
They've got her through the worst
Her razor was a paintbrush
And the paper was her wrist
Every night she would sit and cry
While painting a new picture
Wanting to start over
Or just to end this life
The thoughts that ran through her head
Were just so suicidal
She wants this pain to vanish
And feel the warmth of love
But nobody would love her
Who had more cuts than friends
Sitting in that corner
She's writing a long letter
Puts it in her pocket
And ties the rope around her
Rolling tears down her cheek
She closes her eyes shut
Hanging on her final breath
She is almost dead
Takes one last look at her cuts
And see that it's all over
So there she hangs
Pale and dead
That's what she always wanted.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014



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