by Lovemylove Jan 17, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
I hold out my wrists because I want you to cut me, I want you to watch the blood as the blood flows from my wrists.I watch as you take my wrists and slash them, you watch as my blood flows.Then you take me in your arms and say "Let me cut you more." So I extend the palms of my hands out and whisper "Cut me now."You slash me some more and soon I begin to feel faint, I look to you with a confused look upon my face.You just smile and say "I love you baby."I grow weaker I fall to the ground, and realize this isn't a game anymore I see the lust in your eyes as I began to lose feeling in my body, hey aren't you going to save me? I look to you with pleading eyes, and I see you aren't going to save me.I would've never said cut me if I knew you were going to kill me. |
by Charlee
I love that poem I guess I can relate to the feeling within it... |