She slits

by Jessica Grant   Jul 18, 2004


She sits and slits her wrist
with a razor
the only way she sees fit
she has a certain way
to sit and slit her wrist
each day
the cuts are even
nice and long
thats the way its been
everyday for the rest of her life
she sits and slits
with a knife
and soon the cuts become deeper
to help her
and be her cure
everyday
it becomes worse and worse
till soon she scard
with death and remorse
for she cut to deep one day

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