Lost Poem by Poetry Love

Lost

Rating: 5.0


She feels so lost without her cuts
They've got her through the worst
Her razor was a paintbrush
And the paper was her wrist
Every night she would sit and cry
While painting a new picture
Wanting to start over
Or just to end this life
The thoughts that ran through her head
Were just so suicidal
She wants this pain to vanish
And feel the warmth of love
But nobody would love her
Who had more cuts than friends
Sitting in that corner
She's writing a long letter
Puts it in her pocket
And ties the rope around her
Rolling tears down her cheek
She closes her eyes shut
Hanging on her final breath
She is almost dead
Takes one last look at her cuts
And see that it's all over
So there she hangs
Pale and dead
That's what she always wanted.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 01 August 2023

Your poem is dated 9 years ago. I guess YOU may still be alive. Are you? 5 ***** stars. bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 01 August 2023

Suicide Hotlines in The United States Crisis Text Line Text HOME to 741741 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255 Trans Lifeline 1-877-565-8860 (for the transgender community) TrevorLifeline 1-866-488-7386 (for LGBTQ youth)

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Bri Edwards 01 August 2023

Try to call or visit someone who deals with suicidal individuals. Do it, IT if your are afflicted, or encourage one(s) you know with the 'problem' to DO IT. : ) bri

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Bri Edwards 01 August 2023

Yes, depression: a BUMMER****! ! ! ****: One that depresses, frustrates, or disappoints. An adverse reaction to a hallucinogenic drug. A loafer or idler.'

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