The Worst of my Poetry
Author: Jordan Yates

Chapter 26

I only see

Through a haze

As if everything

Is a maze

Tears drip slowly

Leaving puddles on the ground

I look both ways

To be sure no one is around

With shaking hands

I slip out the knife

It’ll only be one cut

Not enough to take my life

I shiver and I shake

And put it to my arm

Only a shallow cut

For no permanent harm

But my arm began to shake

And the knife stuck right in

Pouring blood onto the floor

Boiling over my skin

I try to cover the blood

Cleaning up the stains

But no matter how much I scrub

Only blood remains

It rains from the ceiling

Comes through all the doors

In the windows, onto my clothes

And the blood continues to pour

I scream and shout

As I drown in my own hate

I try to swim to the top of the blood

But was just moments too late

My breath stops

My heart is soon to follow

I want to cry, I want to scream

But haven’t the breath to wallow

I sink towards the floor

And just begin to die

Until I wake with a jolt

And find it one big lie

My alarm rings out loud

Telling me I’m all right

But shivers rack my spine

And I know I put up a fight

But to have it mean nothing

And to know I’m okay

But I must tell myself

Someday, someday…


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