Drip Poem by alibbebeth holyoake

Drip



drip, drip blood hits the bathroom floor
as knife so deep cuts into my flesh
the pain and sorrow flow out in the form of blood
i lay in the bath fully clothed
praying that nobody comes home
i want to be dead when my mother walks in the door
maybe then the pain she caused me
she will realise wats shes done

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success