Slowly Fading

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The light slowly fading,
i saw that familiar puddle,
so dark and black,
i looked back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
so fine under the blanket of blood.

i see this everyday,
each time looking so new,
i never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood,
letting it fall in that puddle,
turning so dark inside.

when i am done i clean the puddle,
the rag covered in red,
i grab my arm bands,
slip them over the fresh slashes,
pull my sleeves down around them,
throw the towel in the was and leave.

later i find myself sitting in my room,
sitting by the open window,
i stare down at the cuts,
thinking about what each one ment to me,
as i made each one so deep so sweet,
it leaves me thinking so quiet.

i fall asleep to my own soft cry,
and dream about the way i will die,
it comes to me so clear,
i wasnt meant to be,
i should not be in this world,
do i wake up or not?

M.G. Rose

by (A.K.A. Mariah/**emo love)


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20 Responses to “Slowly Fading”

  1. sweet poem, i can kinda relate to the last part of it.

  2. Wow! This is really good! There are a lot of people out there that are like that too. Great job.

  3. hey this peom is awsome it kind of explains me in a way so your great

  4. LOVE It

  5. u need help kid…

  6. btw…just sayin..don’t kill yourself

    = ]

  7. It touches my heart and i wanna live so im gunna cut myself

  8. this poem is so deep and hats why i ove it i am the last two parts….

  9. i feel the same way and i have done this too it helps because now i kno i am not the only one

  10. Your weird…cutting yourself is not good

  11. i love it! I can relate to it in every way

  12. wow good poem it reminds me of me in a way i love it your great

  13. you need help. JEWWWW

  14. Wow u can write killer poetry, well literally, that was amazing.

  15. sometimes drawing on my arms with colored sharpie markers is better than cutting, its almost better than tattoo

  16. i can relate to this poem in every way. i cut, i like the blood, i think about what each one ment to me, and yes i dream of how i will die. i wasnt ment to be on this world i wasnt ment to be at all. im called “the accident” i am emo and everyone who has a problem with that is just an *** hole! i love this poem. thanks for writing it…at least i am not alone

  17. i relate to this peom so very much.<3

  18. i absolute lovedd this poem.. it relatess to me in everyway..by readingg this poem it makes me feel likee imm nott weirdd and thattt their is no problem with being emo.(;
    thankk youu for writting this..

  19. OMG yes this is sooooooo true im the same way n its nice to know that im not alone n all the people that pick on emos can just kill their selves cause this is how we really feel we dont truely belong but we are here n all yall hav to deall wth it

  20. I loved this… i read this at school and almost cried for i knew this was me too… I tried to kill myself to be rid of the pain of being alone in the world… i know how you feel… this was deep.. it really touched me … I loved it… keep writing.

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