A violent surge: a messy statement
to the world: to yourself.
Why don’ t you push some further?
Blood all over the carpet- plates crashing down.
One more go, a little voice demands.
Just a bit more blood but then you will be done.
A tangled web of shame builds all around you,
Some more blood and you’ re lying on the floor.
You stare at the Demon, the culprit, sitting on your table.
‘ please just one more go’.
The knife stabs your body and the cornflakes float around you.
Another piece of chocolate- just too much.
The mirror-‘ oh my god i’ m getting fatter-
more blood- drowning in the flab.
A size 4 ‘ oh my god I want to be thinner’
Just two more stones and I will be there.
A rabbit eating lettuce- ‘ no more please’
Just a silent exit- no stage- just turn out the lights.
Lying on the floor- I can’ t move;
a faint ticking of the heart and blood.
The doctor said ‘ I drowned in my own blood’;
she said” nothing more can be done”
She hung up my bones- cause of death unknown.
Nothing left just bones.
Another messy way to die for all those ‘ caring’ people’ s efforts.
Jade
7 comments
Ooh I like this. It’s very well written like your other poetry.
Thanks- I like sharing my poetry with people who can understand it- normal people find it too depressing
I like this one very much. So many people have such amazing talents here.
Very creative mind jade.I wish I had some of that.Stress had killed my imagination
Noom- if you get this message and want to email me and chat my email address is madgirl1978@live.co.uk
I’ll be emailing ya jade,thanks
Good I will look forward to hearing from you soon noom.