Poems From My Life Page 2
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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