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Some die when it’s their time

  Some when it’s not

  And some pick their time

  The blood starts to flow faster

  Out of the cut

  And over my arm

  No pain this time

  Not again

  Only relief

  Is it my time?

  There are more cuts.

  Deeper than before

  No it is not my time

  The pain still needs to come

  It is not suicide yet

  Drawings

  I knew this girl who loved to draw

  Her drawings no one ever saw

  She was most artistic at night

  Behind closed doors, the bathroom

  Out of site

  She kept the drawing a secret

  No one knew

  Her drawings were different from others

  She didn't need oil and paint

  No paper and pens

  Just a razor

  And a band aid now and then

  We stood together in her room

  Her looking at me

  Me looking at her

  I rolled up my sleeves

  She rolled up hers

  She showed me her scars

  I looked down at my arm and whispered "I love to draw,"

  Collage

  What You See; What I See

  You look in the mirror

  What do you see?

  You see hair

  You see eyes

  You see lips

  You see a nose

  You see a face

  Look in the mirror

  And I’ll tell you what I see

  I see blonde hair that is dull and lifeless

  I see green eyes filled slumbering sorrows

  I see lips torn and stained red

  I see a nose scratched and scarred

  I see a face devoid of life

  Look to the mirror

  And see what I see

  I see flesh disfigured with little scars and blood trails

  I see a frown frozen in place

  I see eyes that droop from weariness

  I see hair that is mated from neglect

  Look in the mirror

  And see what falls

  I see eyes brimming with tears

  I see lips parted with a slow steady stream of blood flowing endlessly

  I see…

  This Time

  This time I don't realize I’ve picked up the knife.

  This time I don't realize I've pushed it down.

  This time I don't feel the blood.

  This time I don't feel the pain.

  This time I don't hear the screams.

  This time I don't hear the sirens.

  This time I don't see the worried faces.

  This time I don't see the truth

  This time I don't speak.

  This time I don't understand.

  This time I allow it to happen

  Cold

  The water is so cold

  So evil

  So dark

  So silent

  So beautiful

  The wave’s crash and call to me

  They tell me what I want to hear

  No pain

  No problems

  Only love

  Only a family

  It sounds intriguing

  They want me to follow them

  To follow through the cold to the warmth

  They have the right idea

  Maybe

  Maybe

  Maybe

 

  Numb

  The waters cold

  So cold

  It presses down on me

  It wants me to stop

  To give up

  To give in

  To sink and stay

  I fight its greed

  I think of the warmth,

  The love

  But there is no love

  Not for me

  I give into the needy current

  ……

  I see flesh slip into blissful peace

  This Time I allow the light to fade

  It’s Cold

  And I go Numb

  Can You Hear It?

  Did you hear the screams that left her mouth?

  Or the tears that fell from her eyes?

  Can you hear the drawers slide open?

  Or the seething of the blades?

  Are you able to hear the sounds of her skin being sliced open?

  Did you hear her when she took her own life?

  Her screams were silent

  Her tears hidden by the shower.

  The drawers don’t make a sound

  And the blades were sharpened to a point

  Her skin is fragile: torn open easily, blood flowing fast

  She killed herself in silence, alone, in a dark room

  A knife in one hand

  Her mouth opened in a scream

  She's screaming in silence

  Can you hear it?

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  I really appreciate everyone who bought this. I plan on writing more and publishing more. I’m currently working on a book now so just keep watching for when it gets published.

  Thanks

  Macy Grace

  About the author:

  I was born March8th, 1997. I am currently a junior attending High School in Houston, Texas. I live with my father and two cats. I have a sister and a brother, both of which are older. My mother lives in San Antonio with her boyfriend who is an executive chef for The Cheesecake Factory. I am very fun and outgoing.

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