Being Selfish

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about what could have happened if some people(more or less teenager) let bad things control their life.

Submitted: March 27, 2008

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Submitted: March 27, 2008



My heart is pounding through my chest,the adriline is finally rushing through my viens. All my pain consumes the thoughts in my head.

I stopped feeling teh confusion when the blood trickled from my wrest to my fingertips. The rope around my neck cuts off the oxygen making it hard to think clearly again.

The glass from the broken mirror that i shattered covers the floor below. The burn marks on my feet from walking on the coals swell in their ashen look.

The locks of hair i chopped off intertwine with the crushed pills i was going to take.

The rubberbands on my wrist have left bruises rather than the slits left by razors.

This is what was going to happen, all that would be left is memories of my pretend happy face. This could have been me if i only let it be.

But i like the light and my arms sparkling clean, and my hair long and shiny. Maybe being selfish saved me from the stake, this time.

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