"She's no longer breathing"

By Razor-kissed-wrists

Laying on the floor, blood is everywhere.
I hear crying, I know it's not my mom..
She doesn't care.
I remember saying "I want to die, I can't live like this anymore"
Now they have to live without me
What a great life they'll have
I feel someone lifting me on to a stretcher
I'm getting confused? Am I dead?
I feel dead. But yet I feel my body moving
I hear the abulance going, people are fussing over me.
I want to scream "Just let me be!" But I cannot speak
I get to the hospital, I'm being lifted again.
I'm moving down the hall fast
Just let me die. They covered up my wrists to stop the bleeding..
Why?
I hear more crying as the doctors say
"We can't find a pulse and she's no longer breathing"

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Published on Saturday, November 26, 2011. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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June 12th, 2012

Comments on ""She's no longer breathing""

On Tuesday, June 12, 2012, ruthless48 (173) wrote:

i was in a room, A WORLD! of yammering muppets, furry, caught in my throat sickenening gag cute, trying to push past the one who told me to smile~when i heard your voice. The only real human. Cut only the puppet strings, so you can stay free, be our voice. We need you.
A former member wrote: Awesome poem... This is very deep, the feeling that no one cares if you die or not, but I believe that only when we are gone will our loved ones realize how much we truly meant to them...nice post
On Tuesday, June 12, 2012, Devilish (2658) wrote:

Well looky baby POD!! Yea for my sweety... im proud of you ..
A former member wrote: sorry, ive had something very simailar happen to me, minus the we cant find the pulse.. great poem, keep wrighting
On Saturday, November 26, 2011, dwells (4285) wrote:

Wouldn't it be better to give at the blood bank, seems like such a waste, but I'm obviously missing the point, I know - sorry and thanks for sharing.
On Saturday, November 26, 2011, Devilish (2658) wrote:

Man I feel you.. I promice.. One time I had got into an accident the only things I can remember hearing is "How could you leet this happen to her?" And "Who could have done this?" I wanted to scream "YOU" but i also couldn't ,.. Remember this one statement I live by after that experience. No matter how much it hurts to except the ones we love not loving us the same... What one won't do, another one will... I care sweety.... Good job here...
A former member wrote: Lovely... sadness and lust for death are present here. I can relate to this all too well... please do not stop writing. I love this so much. Helps me feel like someone can relate to the desire and the pain. Great poem!
On Saturday, November 26, 2011, Razor-kissed-wrists (13) wrote:

Well thanks!