Stained...

Please feel free to either comment or rate this poem or even do both... I sit locked in the bathroom sitting on the floor� The razor blade pressed to my vein ready to slice� As I press down harder breaking through my skin� The blood drips off my hand onto the white carpet� There's a bang on the door I jumped as I hear it� I ignore it intent to finish what I started� I do the same to my next wrist the blood flows� The banging continues at the door I sit back� Desperate cries come from the other side� I pretend I don't hear them and soon I don't� The door flies open broken I sit and watch� I find myself in my boyfriend's arms� I see him cry I start to lose consciousness� Suddenly everything fades black disappearing� The carpet forever stained blood red� Copyright �2000 Andrea Trenary