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Bottled Blood Souvenoir
written by xXlove+hateXx08:18 AM 3/24/05i sit alone in my room,
i have nothing to do
so i look at every detail that ive memorized before,
im hypnotized by the smallest things
now i do this even more,
i decide to find my razor coated with my blood,
i slide it into my skin, but i find its no good,
i get a new sharper blade,
the blood kept dripping,
a cut deep enough to make sure the scar stayed
a scar that could tell a whole story of
what i been through today,
when ill look back ill realize im not ok,
i put my blood in a bottle just for a souvenouir,
just to show how much blood i lost for every tear.
i make sure to drain out my veins,
and wipe my arm on my pillow thats blood-stained.
it feels so nice to be alone,
to feel my sorrow in my own zone.
this pain has long ago started with
no intentions to end,
ill be sitting here waiting for
these wounds to mend.
left here in a dark place,
with only a reflection of a teary face. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by burning_tears (3-24-2005 - 08:32 AM)
| good poem. i liked it, in a depressing, self realizing sort of way. |
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