Blood Stains Poem by Maura Hunt

Emptiness surrounds you as you fall into your sleep.
You hunger for the truth, but your longing’s way too deep.
You wrap yourself in anger; throw tantrums at your door,
And you feel like dying now, so you dropp to the floor.

You grab your knife and gun, and wonder which is slower,
You want to feel the pain before your life is really over.
You slice your wrists with diligence and there are blood stains on the floor.
You slowly bleed until there’s nothing left to bleed no more.