My Personal Hell Poem by Teighlor VanDine

My Personal Hell

Rating: 5.0


My hands are shaking,
I'm leaning over the sink...
Blood.
I see a lot blood.
Is it mine?
I close my eyes and search for pain.
Nothing.
I scan my body.
There it is, a slit in my wrist.
I don't want to die.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE! ! !
Blackness...
What happened?
I see... A light?
Yes, it's a light.
I'm dying?
...
I'm dead.
I'm happy to see the light,
Almost... Relieved.
But it's hot...
Why is it hot?
I jolt awake.
In my room?

Something isn't right...
It feels like, nothing.
No.
Not nothing...
Everything.
Pain,
Anger,
Love,
Hate.
Everything.
I can't take this,
I've been here for years.
I go to the kitchen grab a knife and end this miserable existence.

My hands are shaking,
I'm leaning over the sink...
Blood.
I see a lot of blood.

Friday, March 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: emo,sad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison mujati 25 March 2018

Every journey bigins with a step,this isnt one but a stride,keep the spirit

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Naila Rais 24 March 2018

A awesome start.... Nice poem.. I would like you read my poem LET ME RISE too.. User rating 10+++ Naila 😃😃

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Jazib Kamalvi 23 March 2018

A good start with a nice poem, Teighlor. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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