A grin on my face
A sticky red substance
dripping down my wrist
Blackness eveywhere
Everything is still
Quiet tears roll down my face
and stain my cheeks
The blood slows
A frown appears
another cut is made
Again and again
until the pain subsides
...this may take a while
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Life And Death (Original Poem)
Labels:
blood,
cutting,
death,
depression,
life,
poetry,
sadness,
self mutilation
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