sadest poem
Posted: 01 Jul 2009, 22:25this poem i am about to shair was when i was at one of my lowest pearts of my life to this day i still cry wile reading it so pleas read at your own risk
I lay here under my blankets bleeding from the slits in my wrists as i hear my parents come home. I lay there motionless as my mother walks up the stairs and knocks on my bedroom door. I Lay there whimpering quietly to myself. I hear my Mother open the door and ask me if everything was alright.The only thing i said was "Mommy, may i have another blanket? I'm really cold." I lay there until she walks off and grabs another blanket from the closet and lays it over me. She askes, "Is that better Son?" I respond quietly with "Yes Mommy." However she does not hear me. She askes once again “is that better son?”, As now she notices the blood on the floor and my lifeless body in the bed. She begins to cry and watch helplessly, while on the other side of the room, my father runs to the bedroom to ask her what is wrong. She does not speak, but only kisses my head and looks at him and whispers, "He is in a better place now..." while crying heavily as my father runs out of the room to call for an Ambulence. But it is already too late, as my mother cradles my lifeless body and tears run down her face to fall on my cheeks. As I stand there watching my mother cry over my now lifeless body, as I begin to walk into the light I say “good bye”
I lay here under my blankets bleeding from the slits in my wrists as i hear my parents come home. I lay there motionless as my mother walks up the stairs and knocks on my bedroom door. I Lay there whimpering quietly to myself. I hear my Mother open the door and ask me if everything was alright.The only thing i said was "Mommy, may i have another blanket? I'm really cold." I lay there until she walks off and grabs another blanket from the closet and lays it over me. She askes, "Is that better Son?" I respond quietly with "Yes Mommy." However she does not hear me. She askes once again “is that better son?”, As now she notices the blood on the floor and my lifeless body in the bed. She begins to cry and watch helplessly, while on the other side of the room, my father runs to the bedroom to ask her what is wrong. She does not speak, but only kisses my head and looks at him and whispers, "He is in a better place now..." while crying heavily as my father runs out of the room to call for an Ambulence. But it is already too late, as my mother cradles my lifeless body and tears run down her face to fall on my cheeks. As I stand there watching my mother cry over my now lifeless body, as I begin to walk into the light I say “good bye”