I can not speak, I feel so weak, the pain I feel, it will not heal. They pull me
up then throw
me down, a smiling mask is really a frown. I can not breathe, I can not see,
the blood
starts to drip, my life falls from me. I've taken all of this, way too long, it's
all a repeat, like
the chorus of a song,
Hush little baby,
don't you cry,
in the morning they'll all ask why,
why you slit your wrists, then went to sleep,
the loud loud music, they didn't hear a peep.
This whole poem, it tells my life and part of the reason it ended with a
knife.
