There is blood smeared on the bathroom wall
she'd done all this with a blade so small
With every cut she made, she took a sigh
a shallow breath, no more tears to cry
One scream rang out in a muffled tone
she looked around, she was all alone
A plastic smile her face tried to contort
one dropp less of blood she couldn't afford
Looking at the ceiling she felt so cold
if ur really god how could u leave me on my own
Then she picked up the blade and slashed another time
what she always had wanted, an end to her life
(I jotted this down on 1/20/08)
(Alisha Lonz)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem