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Mandy

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three red lines
snaking down the edge
rivers of life
lakes of death.
silence is waking
darkness is blinding
stillness is exploding
pain is pleasing.
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
don’t inhale.

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Dusty curtains, Stained rose wallpaper,
Unmade bed, Cluttered floor.
Obilvious to the rain on the windows, I sit,
Watching my prize, Cradled on my arm.
Single red lines, Growing larger,
Swipe at myself, Watch more lines appear.
Oh no, The lines are spreading to the faded quilt,
Turning the blue flowers red, From violets to roses.
Laying down my silver prize, I rest my head,
Surveying my wrists, I smile.

Fade to Black

Copyright Mandy

Clear my mind,
Slash my wrist,
As I slowly
Fade to black
Fade to black.

Nothing matters,
No one cares,
I fall down
No one’s there
No one’s there.

Please myself,
End my life,
Make the cut
Free my soul
Free my soul.

Numb the pain,
Let me bleed,
As everything
Fades to black
Fades to black.

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Copyright Mandy

Dusty curtains, Stained rose wallpaper,
Unmade bed, Cluttered floor.
Obilvious to the rain on the windows, I sit,
Watching my prize, Cradled on my arm.
Single red lines, Growing larger,
Swipe at myself, Watch more lines appear.
Oh no, The lines are spreading to the faded quilt,
Turning the blue flowers red, From violets to roses.
Laying down my silver prize, I rest my head,
Surveying my wrists, I smile.

The Edge

Copyright Mandy

She has often stood upon this cliffside,
Looking over across the sea.
The warmth of the sun upon her face,
The feel of the grass beneath her feet.

But this time it is diffent,
This time she doesnt feel the same way.
No more sitting on the edge for hours,
No more carelessly wasting away her day.

Today she came with a mission,
One she can see as her only choice here.
Her heart can take no more agony,
Her eyes cannot shed another tear.

She cautiously leans over the edge,
Wondering what i would feel like to fly.
To spread her wings and take her flight,
To sail with the seagulls across the sky.

She closes her eys and listens to the waves,
As they crash violently against the rocky shore.
The sound reminds her of their memories,
Hitting the rocks, becoming shattered…torn

They make her think of how yesterdays
Are over even though the pain is not.
And how nothing lasts forever,
And she must cherish what she’s got.

But her mind cannot accept the fact,
That what they had will be no more.
The friendship that took so many years to build,
Exploded… and walked out the door.

As she takes her very last look around,
She questions why she wasn’t strong enough to stay.
For she knew exactly what she had to do,
As she approached the edge that day.

My True Friend

Copyright Mandy

You take away all of my pain
Make me feel better
Make me feel sane
Sometimes this is all to much to bare
I get these crazy thoughts
Just knowing that no one cares
Everytime I feel like there’s no hope
You’re always there
Always helping me to cope
Everytime I feel ‘insane’
You’re always there to take away my pain
And help to be not afraid
My only true friend
My Razor Blade

 

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