Why do I just want to bleed right now?
I hate needles
I hate the feeling
Of being sliced open
By a blade
I have vivid nightmares of it
And it scares me to hell
And yet
I just want to bleed
To see it all
Spill out
Over my skin
Down my arm
Over my clothes
Onto the carpet
Staining it an ugly shade of red
Then brown
When I've passed out
From the lack of blood
Or the shock of seeing what I've done
Before waking up
After a dream
Where God tells me he hates me
And he'll never take me up to heaven
With him
Because I'll never be good enough for him
I've sinned too much
To ever be worthy
And that makes me hate myself even more
So I bleed some more
And I pass out again
And dream of God
Denying me his love again
But instead of being Alanis Morrisette
This time it's you
Your face there
Looking down at me
Telling me I'm not good enough
For you
And it hurts me
So I break down and cry
The tears tasting sweeter than the blood
Yet both being bitter
I drink them both
In an attempt
To feel as bad as I can
Because that's all I really want right now
Is to hurt
Not feel better
Not be happy
Not have all this shit
Just go away
None of that matters at this moment
Just the pain
Embracing the pain
Running to it
Faster, and faster, and faster, and faster
Until I pass out from running to fast
Too hard
Or maybe that's just the lack of blood
Once again.
July 5, 2002
This poem is frightening, yet i can relate perfectly to it. I wish you didn't have to even think of such a pain and loss, but i guess most wishes never do come true. I love your writing and envy it!
This one is chilling, maybe only because I can so completely relate. I love your poetry.