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The chance to cut
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk02:37 AM 4/18/05I step into the shower slowly,
rememering what my mother told me.
"I need to talk to you when you get out."
That won't ever happen I hope but have doubts.
The water drips all over my face,
as I slowly let my mind take me away.
I come back to real life,
where I still don't feel alive.
I pick up my saftey pin,
knowing this chance doesnt come to often.
I stretch out my arm carefully,
letting my wrist rest on my knee.
I take the open pin and point it down,
it's pressed agianst my skin now.
I drag the metal forming a line.
Little blood at first then more after time.
I let the blade steal me,
taking my soul and it heals me.
It numbs the emotional pain for a while,
letting me breathe im able to smile.
I turn the shower off and step out,
pressing my feet on the once dry towel.
I reach back and pick up my saftey pin,
and can't wait untill I get this chance agian. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bloody_tears_girl (4-18-2005 - 05:02 AM)
| i really like it. good work. its sad, but still....good work. |
by (guest) (4-18-2005 - 11:33 PM)
| hey buddy, this was a good poem. as i told u on the phone i like how i can visualize it real well. not that it is something i wish to visualize....but details are always good in poems. i like the content... i mean like how it was written was very good! :-D well...bye now! ~mary~ |
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