Pain. Poem by Tayla ( Rain. ) Conde

Why do I do this to myself?
This pain in my heart keeps pounding, louder and louder, as my whole body shakes in agony, when my blade slices through my thin brown skin, spilling my blood.

As it trickles down my wrist I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying not to enjoy it too much. I lick my lips and I suddenly find my tounge engolfing a rich thick warm liquid. The taste of the envy pulsing through my veins is sweet. My teeth are covered with its sticky substance.

I pick up one of the shadderd mirror pieces and look at my face, only to show my crying eyes wet as ever. I say the words of forgiveness again. My blank eyes are hard to focus on. I can only feel the pain.

My hands start shaking, and I dropp the broken mirror piece and my blade all the while my crying gets louder then it has before, the depression went deeper this time, the blade did.

The trickle slowly turns into a leaking, the warm moist liquid swallows my arm and hand. Its too much to handle, to much to taste. My head pounds harder and harder, as the blood falls to the ground.

My breathing gets heavier, its gets harder to catch my breath. I carefully lay down on my bed, hoping no one interrupts this beautiful moment of passing.

I look up at the ceiling then close my eyes softly. A moment of stuggled breathing passes and I take another look around then I give myself one last glance in a broken mirror piece and smile weakly.

My eyes are open but I cant see anything. That last breath didnt give me enough air, the next one the same. Im gasping for air, like a fish out of water. I feel my body jerk around, but my mind is on something else.

This is it, i've finally done what I was born to do. To endure all this pain until I just cant handle it anymore. Im sorry, but I just couldnt handle it. Here it comes, im almost gone. I feel it coming, the darkness covers me.

I close my eyes waiting. I didnt catch that last breath or the next one. It finally happened. Im gone. Forever to dwell in the black abyss I call home. There I lay.....soaked in my blood.

It's over, its actually all over. Never again will I have to deal with situations I cant handle. No more crying, no more hurt, no more....pain. I just lay there in bed....dead. With not a single care in the world, no more worrys. Im finally home...ill be seeing you.