A ground covered in a pool of blood and I look at the monster that burned me.
The scars in my hands as it trembled. Open to the bloody flesh, open to the rotting death.
I could see just a memory. A person lying awake, livers staining the ground with maggots eating my wounds out
Their eyes stare at me. They all stared at me.
Not a single sound. Not a living soul. All was left was a monster and the cold.
The flowers drenched in their blood. Reminding me of the heart they could've loved.
I look in the window. Eyes staring at me. A monster. A murderer. Someone who should've died long ago.
I didn't mean it. I never meant it. I never meant it I never meant it. I never meant to do it I didn't do it I DIDNT DO IT I DIDNT DO IT I DIDNT DO IT.
They've left me.
My voice can't cry out. Blood running on my shirt as the knife pokes at the little voice I have left. It hurts to cry. My tears mixed with blood.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never meant to live. I never meant to survive. IM SORRY. IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY.
I can't speak. They look at me with lifeless eyes. I try to apologize but the knife in my throat cuts deep. And yet I'm still alive.
Why.
Why couldn't I have just died.
Why couldn't I have just died.
WHY.
WHY DO I EXIST.
Please.
Just kill me.
Burn me of my misery.
A flashlight shines in my eyes and I wake up in a hospital bed. Tears dripping down my face as I saw them.
They were alive.
And it wasn't a knife.
It was the rope.
I looked at the mirror once again.
Their blood wasn't theirs.
It was mine.
HI!!!! Sorry if this poem was really gory but I just really wanted to share it cause I really liked foreshadowing y'know! Make sure to read it twice to get the ACTUAL meaning tee hee. Don't worry, this isn't a call for help, it's a poem about my oc!! I just projected my real guilt to her story and kaboom a graphic poem! Hoped you enjoyed reading!!













