The Win Poem by Amy Stuart

So many cuts,
So many screams.
But oh thank God,
It was only a dream.

Now I'm awake,
And on the alert.
That wasn't just a dream,
It was my real hurt.

I wonder what had happened,
Before I passed out cold.
I look down at my body,
And see my worst cut ten-fold.

I sit there and I think,
Did I finally accomplish my dream?
Was I so close to death,
I want to fall back asleep?

Then maybe I'll make a cut,
Even deeper than before.
Put myself in that Hell-bound world,
And fall back on the floor.

So here goes nothing,
Just one more shot.
I'll slice my throat from ear to ear,
That's the only chance I got.

There goes my life,
I'm slipping away.
I have finally done it,
My first shining day.

My note is on the bed,
My body begins to swell.
'As far as I'm concerned,
I'll see you all in Hell! '

Well I've finally done it,
And won this awful game.
The one I hope you never find,
It's called the Cutting Game.




I made this as a continuation of a poem on www.quizilla.com by 112234567. It's called depressions game.