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bleeding

by Emily G Myers

I wrote many things
just
for
him
and according to my timing
he still lives
but here I sit
bleeding
and he doesn't care
there won't be a call made to save my life
though I made one to save his
and as the blood drips down my arm
my insides
crash
down
because I know there will always only be
one call
between us
maybe he's moved on
maybe my life isn't as valuable as his
in his mind
perhaps
it's fine to let your friend
hurt
herself
but
in my mind
I won't let him take all those
p i l l s
I helped him out of his suicide
but where was he
during
mine?

10/21/1999

Author's Note: no hard feelings. this almost isn't terrible.

Posted on 09/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/03/03 at 11:40 PM

Ye gods. Gut-wrenching.

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