Trickling From The Wrists Poem by katie williams

I can’t handle the constant voices telling me to stop
Watching from a distance watching me lose the plot
Weaker as I grow, depression sinks as days go by
Lonely, forgotten afraid tempting the fates to die

The blood that trickles down catches on my fingers
Holds for many moments, waits, unclots and lingers
The mere rush of the pain to punish what I’ve done
I clench my fist just watching the affects of what has begun


It runs across the bath and spreads into the water
Ink that poisons every thought, makes my breathes much shorter
Deeper, deeper, faster, faster I’m losing all control
To cut the vein and end ones life is the final goal

I cannot take that step my life I love too much
I need this though to keep me going I need the painful touch
To watch the blood escape like I wish my mind could now
Questioning thoughts running throw my head I wonder why and how?

Mistakes I’ve made today, and made so long ago
Echo in my mind unforgotten laid out for show
Many come to watch, watch me break and fall
It’s all a game to them, spread rumours till I hit the wall

When finally I’ve lost my mind, no encore, will there be
Disappointed audience, left in the crowd to see
See me shaking on the floor crying from what I’ve done
The blood that trickles from my wrist, I’m watching myself come undone

To see the scars in morning when daylight can arise
To watch what they represent the falling of my demise
They take the fear away along with all the pain
And now all I’m afraid of is that I’ll come to depend on it again.