I'm dying!

I'm lying here on this floor,
bleeding to death...
I slit my wrists
'cause I don't want to be here anymore.

Blood dripping from my veins,
staining these white tiles,
tiles becoming crimson...

I'm feeling dizzy,
starting to see something...
it's very bright,
I see an Angel!

Here you come in,
seeing the blood,
trying to stop me from bleeding to death,
but I want to go...

Stop trying to save me!
Stop touching me!
Don't phone 911,
it's too late...

No! Don't give me mouth-to-mouth,
I want to die!

Please take my hand,
come on!
Take my hand,
you're an Angel,
you came to fetch me,
don't just stand there!

Please,
let me die!



Poetry by Surei
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Written on 2005-10-31 at 12:48

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Black Knight
I do not love this world too. But I do not think that suicide is the best exit...Nice poem - a cry of bleeding soul, I guess.
2005-11-01