The Blood Story

The Blood Story


Cut myself to see the blood.

Sleeve pulled down, to hide from Mom.


Breath in slow, I feel the rush.


Sane or insane, I'm not ashamed.

I do this 'cause I crave the pain.


It makes me feel alive in a world, so dead.

Helps me bear a life I sadly dread.


Harm myself to feel so good.

Never tell you, like I know I should.


Lost so much, I'm feeling faint.

Hurts so good, I hate to say.


Slit my wrists, I think this is it.


Lock the door, my blood stains the floor.


I think this is the finale.

No need for you to mourn me.


I shall bleed no more.


This is the end of my Blood Story.




*DISCLAIMER: Not based on my life, it's about someone I used to know. 

This poem is about: 
Our world




T. Talbott

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