A depressing poem I wrote when I was being random and vaguely emo-ish. Hm... *looks at poem* You know, a lot of my poetry is about blood. How very odd... oh well.
Maybe you could have saved me
If only you'd paid attention
Instead of just thinking
That I was looking for pity
You didn't see it until too late
And because you dismissed it, so did I
Ignoring the pain inside me
The metallic taste of blood in my mouth
Telling myself I was dumb, it was nothing
But I really was sick
And now neither of us can deny it
I see the helpless tears on your face
As you lose the child you never truly saw
Doctors rush around me and this machine
That I'm hooked up to
Continues to beep, measuring my life
But it fades in my ears
Just like the pain of another needle
Is no longer felt in my arm
All my senses slowly fade
Except the taste of blood
That stays as darkness and silence
Close in around me
The pain is dulled, and in this
I find tranquility
I don't hate you for letting me die
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