My Final Mistake - Poem by Silentpoet Grl
I'm one mistake from the edge
teetering on the cliff, hanging
testing my balance, life or death
trying to figure out how to live
when inside I'm already dead.
cutting just to feel something
the pain is saying I'm still alive
but one mistake brings an end.
with the knife held in my hand
blood is pooling on the ground,
my remaining life is spilling out.
this time its a cut much too deep
now I'm drifting into forever sleep.
echoing noises stir in my head
its death's angel beckoning again,
enticing me to dance on the edge.
dropping the knife to the ground
blood drips from the sharp blade,
as crimson tears fall from my wrist.
Heavy, dead like my body becomes
falling, I question what I've done.
I wasn't strong enough to say no
holding control felt from the knife,
I had to test how far I could go.
slicing through skin, into the vein
burning, stinging its beautiful pain
trying to release hurt, letting it flow.
longing for a moment of escape
now its too late, I cant take back
this last cut, its my final mistake.
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