Crystal Blanchette


Black - Poem by Crystal Blanchette

I sit here in silence thinking of my fate, the quiet seeping through me making me ache.
I see the shiny grey sliver next to my bed, I wonder if tonight I'll end up dead.
I play with it turning it around in my palm, I slice at my skin and start to calm.
But he walks in with a smile on his face, I freak out and feel my heart race.
He asks me a simple question then leaves, not noticing my legs as the bleed.
He's given up hope, of that I'm sure. I've lost my dreams, there's no hope left for a cure.
My mind is made up and that how it'll stay, I can hear laughter of the dead saying 'come play.'
My thigh is now soaked in the dripping bright red, I can still feel echoes of what others have said.
They tell me they care and will stay close to me, then when I mention this they say I'm crazy.
They've left me to this final decision to make, little do they know I've had all I could take.
I've lost myself and will never come back, so why stay here when my world has turned black?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013


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