Monday, April 12, 2010

Old poem I thought I lost


Does it always

feel like this

the joy of pain

as blood slips

down your wrist

the rush you get

as the knife

touches your skin

to watch the blood

drip...

fall...

hit the floor

suddenly you snap

out of your daze

you get up slowly

it stars to sting
Authors Note: If you feel like cutting please reach out for help! No matter what it is... it is NOT as bad as it seems!

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