by Desiree M Heigh
Monday, May 27, 2002
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I attempted to end this horrible life that Iead,
and everyday it just gets worse.
I raised the blade
and placed it against my throbbing vein in my wrist.
I began to think to myself, crying quietly,
thinking what I've been through and how hard it's been.
I began to stare at my vein,
almost watching that very vein fill up with blood,
that vein that I felt like severing.
I slowly motioned the blade across my forearm.
The pain, both physical and emotional, worsened quickly
and I began to feel the warm,thick liquid that once appeared the color blue inside my arm, trickle down my hand to my fingertips then onto the floor.
I felt my body get very heavy and then I began to fall to the floor in slow motion, then I hit the floor hard. As I lied there motionless and in agonizing pain the warm liquid surrounded my cold, motionless, limp body. My mind consumed my thoughts, feelings and regret slowly faded away as I took my last breathe.
When my family found me lying on the bathroom floor in my clothes stained in what used to be life.
I floated above them watching the tears fall from thier eyes. I heard them say " This could have been prevented !" If only they did, I would not be dead.
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|Reviewed by KAY P M-DEVENISH
|A very deep tragic drama,I am glad you listed under 'drama'.It evoked the desperation felt by many in moments when all seems so black and hopeless.Thank God that there is always phone help lines and crisis centres available for anyone wanting an ear that cares.I feel very sorry for the parents in your poem as many youth do not realise how much they are loved and expect parents to read their minds when unfortunately parents are just human and truly do not always know how their kids ...teenagers..family feel,they too need understanding (they can't read minds) the last line was very sad,if only that poor dead person had opened up and told them how desperate they were all could have been saved such a hell.You send a strong message out there with your poem.Well done.|