My wrist

This ones not that good but I was bored during math so I just decided to right a poem.

Drip, drop down my arm,
This deadly sin thats causing me harm.

This stinging sensation,
bringing me to my favourite destination.

I want to go to my only safe place,
where my imagination runs free at my chosen pace.

I don't want to die it just helps the pain,
as my blood runs down like dark red rain.

I have a loving family and lots of true friends,
yet no matter what I do this pain never ends

They tell me I shouldn't do it
They tell me I should quit,

guess what it's the only thing that keeps me Sane
It's the only thing that removes the pain

Kaitlynd
15