Love Poems & Poetry

Jul 14 2011

It Won’t Kill Me

I run the blade across my wrist,
Watching it,
flow,
run,
drip.
Because it can’t hurt me.

I take another sip,
Feeling the vodka,
burn,
numb,
soothe.
Because it won’t leave me.

I shoot another hit,
Letting it in my veins,
Joy,
Rage,
Ecstasy.
Because I don’t feel anything.

I lay here on the floor,
The needles in my hand,
falling,
clattering,
scattering,
But they won’t kill me.

There’s no one at my door,
But the bottle’s in my hand,
Slipping,
Crashing,
Shattering,
No use to me.

I could’ve been so much more,
But the knife will understand,
Cutting,
Bleeding,
Gushing.
It doesn’t phase me.

Screaming,
Going,
Knowing,
That it won’t kill me,
You already did.

(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

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6 responses so far

6 Responses to “It Won’t Kill Me”

1. # fabyon 15 Jul 2011 at 4:51 am

   its a beauty :love:

2. # adminon 15 Jul 2011 at 5:14 am

   v good

3. # swamion 15 Jul 2011 at 7:40 am

   whoa. ish’s great

4. # Justaboyon 15 Jul 2011 at 9:24 am

   Thanks guys. 😀

5. # pixieon 15 Jul 2011 at 11:52 am

   I’ve been trying to figure out what to say. This is what I’ve got:
   The repetition used fit very well with the whole idea. This writing style seems very appropriate and brought out the emotions expressed.
   Also, the ending was very ominous, made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
   Great job.
   (And, yes, there are many things i feel about this that i can’t seem to word.)

6. # Justaboyon 16 Jul 2011 at 2:06 pm

   Thank you very much.

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