As the blade runs through my flesh,
My lungs are quickly out of breathe.
My heartbeat stops,
My legs give in and I drop.
On the ground I start to weep.
The blood from my body begins to seep.
The pool around me forms,
It will never go back to the way before.
We were happy once,
Then came Mother’s new dunce.
“But I love him!”, she screamed.
Come on, what does that mean?
Now you see your baby daughter.
She’s dying mother.
You could have tried harder.
“But I needed you!” I yell,
As I descend down to Hell.
I burn, and burn, for years to come,
Don’t you think this is fun?
Look at my mom, so sad and old.
She used to be so young and bold.
Now she holds the knife in hand,
One deep flick of the wrist and her story will end.
“Oh, hello Mother, I see u now.
Oh come on, Mother, don’t pout.
Hell isn't that bad, just ignore the flames,
And pretend you're in Heaven; wild yet tame.”
This is your story if you wish it to be.
Just remember;
Even the blind can see…