This poem was written at the hospital. I'm a junior volunteer at Good Shepherd Medical Center...wouldn't all those nurses be surprised if they knew exactly what it was that I was doing all that time! ^.^ I have no idea where this came from, but it's out. It isn't my best, but it is better than a few things that I've written. Also, I would like to note, that this is not what I started out writing (just to explain the weirdness). Well, R&R, please! I would love to know what you think!

The blade bites my skin,
Forming tiny tears.
Red tears, tears of blood.
Each drop represents
...Another insult, another blow...
The knife purifies my soul.
The tears form faster,
Dropping quicker than before.
Each bit lost saves me from
...Set me free, no more lies...
You don't love me.
You never did.
Hm, now it's too late,
Your words have cut to deep.
...Soon I will sleep...
My fingers slipped, and the blade with them.
Theyr'e both slick with this salty liquid,
With my blood.
You forced the razor with your
...I don't feel the pain anymore...
I guess you found me but,
No more words.
I can see your lips moving but I can't hear you.
I'm so tired of this, of
...Where am I?...
I can't see.
I can't feel.
I can't hear.
So this is it,
...You did this...
...I wish you the happiness that you forbade me...