I'm back for now! How lovely to see you all again :)

I'm sorry for the sad poem, but poetry is a good way to get my emotions out :)

Enjoy, if possible, and review?

"The Blade"

I look at my wrist; its pale, pale skin.
It won't take much pressure, it's just so thin.

I pick up the blade and think of my troubles-
All of my stress, all of my struggles.

Nothing seems good, everything's bad.
I want to be happy, but I'm busying being sad.

None of them can see my always-present pain.
I guess I've mastered this charade.

I'm tired of acting as who they want me to be.
For once, pretty please, can I just be me?

They're hovering around, making sure I'm perfect.
Why do I have to feel like such a wreck?

Those Ladies in Waiting would betray me in an instant.
Of course, they always have, even before I was distant.

So take up my blade, and stare at my wrist.
I'm suddenly pulling my hand in a fist.

My right hand is throbbing, the knife had gone through.
It's too late now, but I start thinking of you.

I see your kind smile, hear your soft laugh.
I hate to admit it, but I begin to feel daft.

What have I got to hate in this life?
I've got my friends, my lover, and only one strife.

My sister is gone; my lover's in the next room;
My best friend is home; and the flowers are in bloom.

And as I look at the blood, staining my dress,
I start to wonder why my mind's such a mess.

So I clean up the mess, erasing the evidence.
All that's left is a scar and my muscles are tense.

No one will know, nope, not one person.
And as I slip and drop the knife, I begin cursing.

I pick it up slowly, leaving it hidden.
One of these days, I'll end up bedridden.

So I go to see you and you make me feel better.
Kisses and hugs…but tonight, I'll write the letter.

You've saved me my whole life, but I can see that you're hurting.
Maybe if I go and die, I'll save you the burden.