Get Your Premium Membership

What I Pray

Walking down the hallway. People look at me. Clinging to my books. Starring straight ahead; focusing on the door. Dodging dirty looks. Standing at my locker. I make no eye contact. She whispers" Your such a freak" Run to the door; Make my way to the bus. They throw stuff at me. Keep forward, finally get home. I silently go to my room. Fall to my bed; break completely down. So lost and hurt and gloom. My parents go out, Alone with the T.V on. They say I'll be all right. Make my way to kitchen. Tears swell in my eyes. The Chef Knife shines bright. Afraid and alone; with a sinking heart. Hold it, shaking in my fist. Slowly move it to my arm. Pale white it runs; from my forearm to wrist. Blood on the white tile. My legs are cold. All my limbs heavy. The door opens. My parents are home. My mother holds me. Closing my eyes, breathing slowly. I sleep... and if I die before I wake. I pray to God. My soul to take.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 12/22/2009 8:06:00 AM
This sounds like you are very depressed and believe me I know how that feels.I hope these are just feelings!
Login to Reply
Date: 12/17/2009 7:57:00 PM
I posted a new poem.
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry