a poem...

Listen I named this blog "a spoiled whiney girl" for a reason...

this is a poem I wrote while laying in bed thinking about a summer romance gone bad...

I would like to kill myself
I would like to cut myself
and let the blood run out
let it seep from my veins
slowly watch it as my
consciousness fades...

I'd like to let the blood out to follow my soul-
which has seeped from my body over time-
sometimes stolen, more often given freely-gently as a quiet gift
like a frightened child tugging at the hem of an inattentive parent-
quietly hoping for a reply-a reassurance-

only to walk away empty...

don't go callin' 911 I wrote it years ago and I'm still here....

Lisa