A Letter Of Hurt Poem by Petra Soliman

As I hold this pen,

My mind shouts for suicide..

I look to my side,

I see the shiny razor blade..

But deep within me..

I say, no!

I won't let myself cut open new scars,

I won't let myself get lost...

I won't be my past..

The emptiness surrounds me now,

The cloud of sorrow rains on me,

Washing away my demented smile,

All of my thoughts rot in the box of darkness,

Here it goes, I whisper to my soul,

Here it goes, let it bleed,

Let it bleed all the hurt out,

Let the blood take over my life,

I wish I wasn't trapped,

I wish someone could of held the razor away,

I wish someone could of been here to wash away the tears of regret and defeat...

Now I stand facing the mirror,

I paint with my blood...

Wishing I wasn't the reflection infront of me,

Wishing I was someone worth a real try, worth honesty,

Worth care, Worth the truth..

But I've been worth nothing but lust, games, scars, lies,

Hatred, and it's been tearing me up in pieces for years!

I sit in my room, I look out through the window,

My eyes search for hope in the skies,

But the skies hold no hope for me...

I fall asleep with the ghosts on my sides,

Telling me...death will not be easy!