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Wrist
written by gothicbob696912:57 AM 1/29/05My wrist is in pain
bloody with shame-
wish I never picked
up that razor.
My wrist scream to stop-
but I can’t seem to just
drop that razor and
move on.
The blood flows down
my wrist like a river.
It is as red as a new rose
on a nice spring day.
My wrist is in pain
crying and pleading.
I cant seem to stop and
I just wanna end my life,
but first before that
takes place I wanna
fulfill my life.
and give up my razors
and also m y shame.
I have been cut free for
6 months-
my wrist are now smiling
once again and my
shame is now gone. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by cryptic_misery (1-29-2005 - 01:47 AM)
| That's a good poem. Just don't cut yourself if you can't take it, and i'm glad you stopped. 7 months or so for me as well =) |
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