Graceful Blood-Drops Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Graceful Blood-Drops



An endless emptiness,
comsumes my sanity.
A reality so thick,
the lies coat it like sugar.
It's almost delicious.
I beg for more,
anything as it isn't,
rather then what it really is.
Will I wake tomorrow,
is that my reality?
My fingers curl into my palm,
blood colors the floor.
It's graceful,
as it drips from my arm.
It's only a matter of minutes,
before I bleed to death.
I'm not sure what to think,
what I'll spend my last moments dreaming of.
Either way,
I'm content.
It's really only fitting,
that I slit my wrists and keep my tears silent.
I'm not in any pain,
I've lost most feeling already.
My arm is shaking,
but I can't feel it.
I look down to the blood pooling around me and wonder...
who is going to find me?

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