*** Up
Everyday, I am reminded of everything
bad that has ever happened.
With every breath I take,
I fear my last.
With every cut,
I fear the worst.
No, on second thought,
with every open cut, I wish that
it would bleed out onto the floor.
I want to bleed away my life.
A locked door, a lonely girl, and a single razorblade.
One simple cut, tons of blood, a corpse lying in a bloody puddle.
A note that says, "Sorry, I fucked up."
Mother's sweet angel, Daddy' s little girl.
Now she lies cold and still inside a wooden box.
Her soul is gone, she feels no peace.
Her life was not meant to end like this.
She wanted help, but couldn't find it/
Now the world is short one-
FUCK UP.
By: Emily E. Smith
10-16-08
bad that has ever happened.
With every breath I take,
I fear my last.
With every cut,
I fear the worst.
No, on second thought,
with every open cut, I wish that
it would bleed out onto the floor.
I want to bleed away my life.
A locked door, a lonely girl, and a single razorblade.
One simple cut, tons of blood, a corpse lying in a bloody puddle.
A note that says, "Sorry, I fucked up."
Mother's sweet angel, Daddy' s little girl.
Now she lies cold and still inside a wooden box.
Her soul is gone, she feels no peace.
Her life was not meant to end like this.
She wanted help, but couldn't find it/
Now the world is short one-
FUCK UP.
By: Emily E. Smith
10-16-08