Title
The blade comes down,
Tears staining your face.
The voices and taunts,
Leaving a bloody trace.
They think they’re better,
And tell you you aren’t.
Stings like hell,
You’re ready to give in altogether.
Unwanted and alone
You curl in a ball.
You wish to sleep,
Once and for all.
You think no one cares,
You put your life on the line.
You’re ready to commit,
And prepare for your time.
I reach out,
Wrapping my arms around you tightly.
I whisper in your ear,
And I tell you matter without a  doubt.
I care for you,
And don’t want you to hurt.
I’ll always try to be there,
And go through your hell with you.
I speak the truth,
I will never lie.
I will always think you’re beautiful,
No matter what until the day I die.
You matter to me,
That should count.
Those of the world,
Don’t know what they see.
I’ll give a quick squeeze,
And slowly depart.
Forever you’ll be,
Etched in my heart
2 comments
I wonder if anyone has done a study about whether English majors are more suicidal than most.
Good question. My gut tells me Philosophy majors and Psychology majors would be more suicidal than English majors. I haven’t read any studies that confirm this though.