seeking for a knife.
planning to take this living soul away.
nice, sharp, shiny knife,
appears on the counter.
gets a hold of it...
grabs it.
wrist up.
knife close.
light cut.
blood pours,
spills,
satisfaction...
ahhh.....................
first dropp of blood hits the floor.
splat-
and again.
continuously...
letting everything go...
i feel so much better.
dont tell me no.
dont tell me dont.
you dont know what i been through.
just let me bleed.
stains my clothes,
as i walk the halls
and suddenly fall.
its the end...
letting go..
Dislocated Heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleed-let-go/
