Left To Right Poem by Tyler Tillett

Right to left
which way shall I go
just to make the pain go away
the feel of the bleeding that I shall never feel,
nor fear.
Slicing through the tough skin. One by one
the bleeding which will never stop
The pain that many endure, while I watch and laugh
at them, there faces white like they have seen a ghost
I am no ghost, I am just merely human, just like them
tho i might not be as dark, tan, nor white. But I am the same as man
him self. Why cant they see that I am merely a measurement of time,
of my life just ready to begin, again? No my life must end.
I lay as the blood streams down my hand, bloody, helplessly
enduring all the pain and suffering of past, present, feature, and life it self in
that stream of blood, never going away, never feeling the pain.
I am not going anywhere. I am going to sit here with my wrist, bleeding.
now my left. Why on hevan was I put here if I am just going to be with the
devil by silting my wrist.
I will lay here licking my blood. Wishing that it would never end. My suffering which has never been suffered. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, a never ending dream.
Poking my skin, writing my name, with a tack. The pain which is never there. but the feeling that it was.

By Tyler Tillett 5/7/2007