Josh Howell

Rookie (Pittsburgh, PA)

Till My Wrists Bleed Dry - Poem by Josh Howell

ive been so depressed lately
and i cut to make sure life isnt a nightmare
and im beginning to realize
life just isnt fair

living day after day
surviving night by night
the suicide thoughts
cause a constant fight

its me and the knife
no one stands in my way
i get the towels ready
this is gonna be a bloody day

im stuck in this struggle
of myself versus the knife
and i dont got the guts
to take my own life

im standing on the edge
ready to fall
and just when im about to
i see you call

i debate whether to pick it up
i know you will make me cry
and if i breakdown to you
i wont wanna die

these thoughts dont go away
they live in the back of my head
and all i keep hearing
is please let me be dead

the call ignored
the knife in my hand
these constant pains
i can no longer stand

i love a girl
who claims im not her type
theres one cut on my arm
the blood i must wipe

im starting to really like
my closest friend
and the thought of this
pushes me closer to the end

one more cut
and ill finally be free
of all this pain
and agony

i found a final reason
my constant bad luck
i never get anything good
my life cant help but suck

so i take the knife
and go for the final cut
it will all be over
this door will be shut

so i lay on the bathroom floor
ill think of you to make me cry
and ill cry over you
till my wrists bleeds dry..

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  • 21 Guns (6/9/2011 12:13:00 PM)

    this is my favorite poem i have ever read. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 8, 2011

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