"Shiny Metal Object"

By: Phoebe Melinda Halliwell

Slit your wrist,

sever the thread.

And as you lay bleeding,

think of all you'll regret.


"It's not worth it, Sweetie.

Come to me. Rest in my arms.

I'm here."


No more challenges will

await you. You eyes will

soon drain of color. That

beautiful brown will fade

to black, only captured in

an old photograph.


"Challenges make life interesting.

Please don't throw them away.

I want you to face your life head-on.

Your life has value. Everyone cares.

Don't doubt it. I want to see those

beautiful eyes smile for many more

years to come."


What will you accomplish

in completing this gruesome

task? It will do you no good.

Solve nothing. You'll still have

regrets in the next life.


"It won't help anything, Sweetie.

Live in spite of it. Fight. Battle."


Live a life worth remembering.

Make something of yourself

and defy all who say otherwise.

In the end, you'll be glad you did.


"You're bleeding, here let me help."



Author's Notes: I haven't posted anything in a long time.

Parts of this poem are metaphorical and should not be taken literally.

Phoebe Melinda Halliwell