Cut It Out Poem by Austin Jones

to
cut it all out
the pain
the anguish
the fear
all of it
the hate
anger
waiting for her
cut it out
take the blade
and run my wrists red
blood
flowing as water
from a spring
gushing
pouring
as my life runs out
and watch
with spite
as they all crowd around
saying
oh no
why do the great
the wonderful
die young
and yet in life
they hated
didn't care
ignored
me
and so
in their last act of hypocrisy
they mourn
and
cry and bless my grave
as the blood
runs
from my wrists
and i
laugh in spite
glee
that i
dont have to deal with
that
anymore
and i can no longer
be