I sat there,
On the blue, cold floor,
I held it there,
Gripped it with my hand.I looked to my arm,
Then to my hand,
Took this device,
And swiped it across my flesh.It began to bleed,
My pain suddenly floated away,
I felt okay for once,
Watching it bleed away.I smiled to myself,
Thinking this feeling would last forever,
The pain was horrible,
But I just felt so alive.I decided to cut once more,
If one felt good,
Two would take my problems away for good.I sat on the cold, blue floor,
With this device in my hand,
Made one more cut,
Closed my eyes,
Drifted away,
And never woke again.~Stacey Jayne Lynch~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...