At the end of the tunnel

now i lay me down to sleep

choke me till i cannot breathe

cut my wrists and black my eyes

words that always mystified

say three words then take them back

as you stab me in the back

notice how my lips turn blue

trying to survive on you

can't believe i lost it all

trying so hard not to fall

counted on you every day

yet you lied right to my face

staying strong, i cannot crack

when you stab me in the back

not even when you left me here

bleeding, dying, death is near

need attention, cut my wrists

everyone's oblivious

to the pain i hide inside

i've waited so long just to cry

praying hard for intervention

killing me was your intentnion

drowing in a pool of blood

dried up tears that cause a flood

looking for a brighter place

finally i see His face

slowly fade into a sleep

close my eyes as Mother weeps

watcher her child pass away

at least I'm in a better place

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it was a bad time when I wrote this...

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Luscien Cold's picture

this poem was very, very good! i can only say im sorry for how you felt/feel when you wrote it. i like this one alot!