Last Whisper
Why is it every time I wake I know I am going to make another mistake all around is
darkness no light do I see all I can hear is a creepy voice calling me should I follow the
voice and see if its true that it is me and not you .
I am starting to wonder if it is my time to go I feel so cold .
All I feel is hot tears wash down my face stinging my eyes as they go every thing starts to
slow .
I scream for help but no one comes I am still in the darkness and I am starting to go numb.
I reach for the blade and I slice deep and hard to feel my life line flow hot and crimson down
my arm to know for the moment I am alive but with each beat of my broken heart I will
soon die no more pain will I feel no more problems that I will have to deal so as with the last
beat of my chest I take my last breath and wipe the last tear from my eye because now I
lay down and whisper my last good bye .
Copyright © Anna-Marie Ribbe | Year Posted 2010
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