A sharp blade biting into soft skin
Deep red blood oozing out
Dripping on to the white tile floor
The blade bites again
Blood starts to steadily flow
Leaving splatters when it drips
A thump is heard
A body hitting the floor
Their clothing soaking up fresh blood
Blood loss too great to be saved from
YOU ARE READING
An Ended Life
PoetryJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
