My Wishful Good-Bye Poem by Asha Adeana

as i sit here wondering about the day going by
i cant help but to cry
all this hate and yelling is cause of i
so as i sit here on the ground in this bathroom
with just one bloody hand
the other holding this blade
cutting two time accross
one way down
on my poor little wrist
but this is my sure way to die
as i lay here thinking about what i've done
all i can think is how happy everyone will become
cause the one that started everything
finshed it as she crys her last time tonight
with three slices from a friends blunt blade
so mom when you find me at 4 am
remember why i died
so everone could gather to see
my pile white face
with black eyes and nothing but a smile
then you see this poem in my hand
all bloody and wet
saying i died for everyone to get along
and the only love i really shared
to my only one james porter i'll say goodbye too
cause you was the only one that seemd to care
i told you i love you fast
just so you'd leave
i also said you'llsee me soon baby
but didnt say how
then you'll look down at the ground
right above my grave
you'll read that i died for love at the end
even if it was from a blade
that was in my own hand

june 24th 2006