chad Regnier


i sit in the corner
depressed dyeing
dispare despite
death disaster

those words can
all be used
to describe me
and how i feel

in my corner
i have a knife
what am i doing
you may ask

i am letting go
losing the pain
you think it hurts
but it doesent

the blood dripping
off my wrists
it doesn't hurt
life hurts

you think blood
means pain
but you are
so wrong

for me blood
and pain
and tears
is happiness

my hands shake
as i run the blade
across my wrist
i push out the blood

my eyes feel wet
i feel a single tear
it is also alone
just like me

i feel it
dropp to
the floor
and die

oh how i wish
i could drop
to the floor
with it

my vision is blurred
i fall to the ground
a puddle of blood
around me

with my last breath
i tell you i am sorry
i lived for you
then i died for you

that wasn't enough
you wanted more
you wanted him
you don; t know him

he is close to you
as he is close
to many others
he will hurt you

i tried to tell you
but you didn't listen
the result is
i am dead

i wish you all
good lives
be happy
i am gone

that is what you wanted
you needed me to die
so there you go i am gone
now i bid you good bye

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 4, 2010

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