People say they never do it,
People say they are never to blame,
But I wonder how they feel at night,
Before they shut their eyes,
I wonder if they feel guilty,
I wonder if they feel shame,
I also wonder if they feel my pain,
Oh, how I wish I could tell them,
Oh, how I wish they could see,
But still they are blinded,
By the anger they have felt,
By their stupidity like nothing else,
But with this blade,
I can end my suffering,
They will be sorry,
They will see their sin,
But until this black blade is crimson,
There is nothing that will change,
Where is the line anymore?,
When will they stop?,
Not until my wrist will bleed, 
And my bones be dry,
I have tried to tell others,
I have tried the reasonable way,
But they just don't listen,
They won't stay quiet,
But when my last breath is gone,
They will be silent,
So now as I shoot down this blade,
And let out and ear piercing scream,
As this curse of awareness disappears,
As the blood flows freely from my arm,
As I fall to the floor,
As I cry my last tear,
You will see the smile,
Of the girl who couldn't take it anymore.


Please do not take this poem! This poem belongs to me- L.T.