Blood,

It’s such a pretty color,

A red flow of life,

Running down my arm,

To splatter on the floor

My sight has dimmed,

All I can see is faded,

All, except the floe from my wrist.

Dizzy, falling, pain,

Even through this I can still hear the steady drip, drip, drip,

Of blood falling to the floor.

Through the dim haze,

Over my eyes,

I see a light,

And suddenly,

She is there,

Whispering to me,

Begging me to stay,

I look up at her,

Try to say her name,

Sh… Sher,

I give up and Darkness comes over me.

I open my eyes,

And see white,

The white of a ceiling,

Bright and clean,

And moniters,

Moniters all around me,

Beeping in tune with my heart,

In tune with my brain,

I tune with all the function of my body,

Telling those who visit,

That I am still alive.

I look to my side,

And what I see shocks me,

Flowers and cards,

From all my friends,

Telling me to get well,

So they can see me again.

I smile sadley,

And roll right over,

Carefull not to unplug the machines,

And stare at the shadows,

Who are also my friends.

As the day goes by,

I drift in and out of sleep,

And every time I wake,

I fight the urge to scream,

For when I open my eyes,

I hope to see Darkness,

But all I see is,

Is the harsh glow of white.

I leave the hospital,

And that horrible white room,

My friends beside me,

And same with my family.

Everyone happy,

Happy that I’m alive,

Everyone but me,

The one who wanted death.

We get in the car,

Wish my friends goodbye,

Then head home,

Home to my black walled room,

And my small stuttering candles.

We get home,

And I go to my room,

I close the door behind me and look at the wall,

My ornamental sword,

Secretly sharpened,

Gone.

Along with my knoife,

And all my other blades.

I sit on my bed,

And look at my bandage,

Clean and white,

In a sea of black.

I feel tears in my eyes,

But I pay them no heed,

I barely feel them,

As they slide down my cheeks,

And onto my sheets.

I sit on my bed,

Until my candles burn out,

And still I sit,

Ignoring the world,

My dad calls out,

Tells me dinners ready,

I don’t care,

I just sit on my bed,

And stare at the wall.

I sit all night,

Until my alarm goes off,

6:00am,

Time to get up.

And get ready for school.

I do all this,

Without een thinking,

Before I know it,

I’m on the bus.

Students around me,

Suddenly one sees me,

Knows where I’ve been,

What I’ve done,

And before I know it,

I’m surrounded by kids,

Asking me why,

And what it felt like.

Someone reaches out,

One grabs my wrist,

Before I know it,

My fist flies out,

And collides with his face.

I stare in fascination,

As the blood begins to flow,

From his bruised and broken nose.

I smile as he screams,

From his broken, shattered nose,

But soon I realize,

That this is not enough,

So I step forward,

And punch again,

And again

And again,

Until his face is covered in the crimson flow.

I try to punch again,

But my arms wont move,

So I look down to find,

Others hlding me back,

Then I realize,

They’ve been holding me since the hit.

I smirk,

Lunge forward,

For the fifth and final punch.

I watch the blood fly,

And splatter on windows,

I smirk as he howls,

And falls to the floor.

Principal before me,

Siting in his office,

Telling me understands,

Qand wants to help me,

With my problems.

I sit nice and still,

And try not to cry,

As I think of the blood,

And wish it were mine.

By Silent Reaper…