Slit

by Skylar   Oct 18, 2011


The feeling of the knife slitting my wrist,
all the pain it feels good but hurts at the same time.
Why do I do it if it hurts so bad?
I do not know and i doubt I ever will.
1, 2, 3 three more slits,
down there on my wrists.
The pain isn't leaving this time.
It's here to stay.
It's the secret no one knows.
Theres the blood once again,
its a daily thing.
My own drug that I'm addicted to,
but this can kill faster and more,
painfully if you do it right.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Skylar

    Thanx

  • 12 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    I cut the side of my arm and i still have the scar on the side of my arm i know how you feel really deep emotion i can picture this poem in my heart i'm tearing up reading this be touching if ever need someone to talk ok i'm here for you ok :) :(

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