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Jaimi

Peace in his Blades

Copyright, Jaimi

He sat there in the corner,
In his blade he will confide,
Because no one seems to care,
About how long he has cried,
No one seemed to notice,
How his tears covered his face,
No one seemed to care,
That in the knife he will embrace,
They just sit and watch,
As another bares his soul,
Thinking they can do nothing,
But they are truly in control,
All it would take is a word,
Maybe two or three at the most,
To stop this act of self purification,
To bring some sense of peace to this ghost,
But alas no one speaks,
And so his life slowly fades,
They could’ve saved him with kindness,
Instead he found Peace In His Blades…

Fake

Copyright, Jaimi

The blade ripped across my flesh,
Finding the vein in my arm,
Despite all the blood gushing,
I feel it’s not enough harm,
My tears become,
A shade of crimson red,
And yet with all this bleeding,
How am I not dead,
How many slashes,
Have I put in my skin,
Stabbing at my soul,
That lies dead within,
And here I’ll lie dead,
Alone and forgotten in this room,
Shattered and destroyed,
Making this my lonely tomb,
Will they remember my name,
After this innocent suicide,
Will they even care,
Now that I’ve died,
But don’t cry for me,
I’ve made my escape,
My death broke through,
This world so Fake…

Goodbye

Copyright, Jaimi

He started to tear,
At the thought of his pain,
He feels like it’s torture,
To his weary brain,
With his cold blade,
He pierced his skin,
He released the blood,
That flowed within,
He felt like,
No one could care,
Like no one realized,
That he was there,
Would it matter,
That another kid died,
No one cared,
About how much he cried,
He felt the torture,
Just get to his head,
He continued to slash,
How much has he bled,
With cuts on his wrists,
And a tear in his eye,
He makes one final stab,
And bids the world Goodbye…

How Much I Bleed

Copyright, Jaimi

The family is all here,
But they don’t see my blade,
All they see is the fake smile,
The quiet masquerade,
All they saw,
Was what they wanted to see,
They never saw,
The pain growing within me,
I sit with the blade,
And start to spill blood,
I think I hit a vein,
Because it’s starting to flood,
I sit and watch,
As my blood starts to spread,
Wondering how long I sat,
And how long I bled,
They used me,
To satisfy their greed,
They could not even care,
About How Much I Bleed…

Tainted Angel

Copyright, Jaimi

Hiding in the corner,
With her wings tucked in,
Tears in her eyes,
And cuts in her skin,
She once was innocent,
At some point in time,
Because of her scars,
She’s no longer divine,
Her wings are withered,
Her arms rest on her knees,
Her tears run down,
As fast as her wrist bleeds,
Do you see her,
Hiding over there,
Are you going to act,
Like you don’t care,
In torment and tears,
She does dwell,
We cannot help,
This Tainted Angel…

Rests in His Grave

Copyright, Jaimi

The story I tell you,
Is of the shock I had,
The one that left me,
Eternally sad,
As I entered I saw,
My son lying on the ground,
I tried to speak to him,
But he didn’t make a sound,
He lied there,
So incredibly still,
His body felt heavy,
And had such a chill,
I thought to see,
This was all pretend,
But I began to realize,
I’d never see my little poet again,
I held him tightly,
But a move he did not make,
I realized his life,
On this day he did take,
The pain of losing him,
Felt like a tidal-wave,
My son the Moonlight Poet,
Now Rests In His Grave…

I Am Pleading

Copyright, Jaimi

The blade in my hand,
The cold smooth weapon of choice,
It has become my only companion,
My blood spilling has become my voice,
I slash and rip at my wrists,
I tear at myself trying to reach my veins,
Trying to spill more of the red fluid,
That each of these strings contains,
Violently swinging this knife,
To keep you from stopping this action,
Can’t you understand that this pain,
Brings an odd sense of satisfaction,
That ripping my flesh apart to bleed,
Is the only way I can escape your hold,
The only way I can feel alive again,
After living in this world so cold,
Maybe I’ll get lucky one day,
And strike a vein that won’t stop bleeding,
To the hands of death I deliver myself,
Some salvation from pain is to which I Am Pleading…

No Reason to Live

Copyright, Jaimi

When your soul screams out,
From the pain you filled it with,
When your body can’t take,
Being torn and adrift,
When you feel there’s nothing left,
And you’ve reached your end,
When you’ve cried all your tears,
And find you still don’t have a friend,
When sorrow has you in its grip,
And you can’t escape no matter how you try,
When all your tears build up,
And you feel that just want to die,
That’s when you’ve reached the end,
And you stare down the barrel of the gun,
You know you’ve fought your best,
But now your life is done,
You’re life is finished,
You have nothing left to give,
The slashes in your arm have you,
And you have No Reason To Live…

 

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