There’s blood on the wall,
Don’t worry it’s not your blood,
Or even his blood.
I cleaned all of that up days ago.
It’s mainly my blood on the wall.
I’ve been losing a lot of blood recently,
And I think I’m close to dying.
It’s my fault really,
I’ve been cutting myself too much,
These past few days.
I was just making tiny, little cuts on my arms.
They were completely harmless cuts.
I don’t know why I started doing this,
But it led to me wanting to do more.
I became addicted to hurting myself,
Seeing my blood trickle down my body.
It was satisfying and pleasurable for me,
But I needed more blood,
I needed more pain,
So I started creating deeper and bigger cuts on my arms.
Now, I find myself barely able to move.
Breathing is nearly impossible for me now.
I really need to go to a hospital,
I need to have my life saved,
Because I’m completely helpless,
And death is near and close to me at this very moment.
Is this how you both felt,
When I just kept stabbing and stabbing you both?
And just created bigger and deeper cuts,
You just never knew when I would stop,
Or when the pain and suffering would go away.
I think understand what you both were feeling,
And maybe that’s why I decided to cut myself
But just look at the mess I made,
Just trying to understand you both.
Just trying to understand your last moments of living.
My blood is everywhere,
My blood is on the floor,
My blood is on the couch,
My blood is even on you two,
But the blood is especially on the wall.
This is the end of “Blood on the Wall,” the second poem of the Night Terrors poetry series.
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“Whispers in my Closet” will be the next poem of the Night Terror series that will be posted next Saturday.