Dark Poems.

Dark Room

I'm in a dark room. All alone crying. No on hears me nor sees me. In this dark room all I can see Is a sharp knife. The knife is so close I can reach it. So I reach for it and Rub my fingers across the blade. It feels smooth against my fingers. Because of all the pain I'm in. I take the knife and slash both my wrist. Before the dark ness takes me I smile because I'm finally free. Talia G