My arm, My Life, Both Gone.

• Artist: xx-M a r i a h M
• Description: This is another poem I wrote. I wrote it one day when I was thinking about all the good times my ex and I had together. Yes, I will admit I'm emo but that doesn't mean that I cut. I wanted to so badly, but instead, I wrote this poem. This poem is very deep and it explains a lot. This is how I felt, and somewhat still feel, about what happened. I know that there is hardly and punctuations in it and it barely rhyme it, and that’s how I wrote it. I also wrote it without rhyming.
• Date: 07/13/2010
• Tags: life both gone

My arm a cut the blood so warm he left he ran I tried to catch him but he left he ran and now my arm its cut as I chased him I fell and my arm ripped but as I screamed in agony and pain he continued to run far from me and now losing blood its killing me. That day I died and this poem was left behind and one day he found it and looked it over. Then he realized what he'd done he couldn't believe he let her cry her arm caused her to die and he just ran by. He suddenly fell to his knees his arm got caught and started to bleed. The blood was warm and sticky and next this is what he said. She was there looking at me although her body was light and faint. It was almost as if she was made out of white and gray paint but what she did was looked at me and then I saw her arm had red warm stuff that was sticky the following is what he sad to her. I'm sorry I let you die as I ran by I'm sorry I ever let you go. But then he stopped because she started to fade away, he started to scream and yell. She left and he couldn't tell her how sorry he was but he did deserve this because this is what she went through as well but if he just would've turned around to see she had fallen to the ground her life would've been saved. But know that two lives are lost but here’s the difference here one life will go to a world of love and the other of warmth and flowers. Flowers that are red and sticky.