Tears of blood stain my cheeks
Tears from weeks of endless pain
That doesn’t seem to ever end
I make one last cry before I say the end
Bullet marked with blood lays beside me
Calling out the words, “You know you want to do it”
Contemplating suicide that keeps replaying in my mind
Many attempts, one last goodbye before it’s real
Smeared black to line my eyes of death
And the tracks of black rolling from the pits
soon they’ll fade, it will be history
An unsolved mystery
“You don’t want to do it,” Says a voice
“It will be forever”
Then I will be gone
Done, Done, Eternally Done
I can still see the scars; red incisions on my sensitive skin
Little reminders of the past haunt my mind
I close my eyes and let one last drop stain me
As my soul incinerates
by Britani Jill Martell
Message from the author: Just a message from my spirit.
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Really nice poem, an it’s so true. I dont think you’ve ever been really in love until you have experienced being Eternally Done!