Cutting

by Katrina   Jan 26, 2005


I want to cut my wrist
Its not like I'm someone who'd be missed
I tried to cut my wrist but i missed from all the shaking
Is this me or is this someone else taking over?
In my wrist I carved A-L-O-N-E
The A hurt the most
The L made me think about living
The O bleed so much
The N was for never loved
And the E felt painful
After that everything just went away
All the anger and the depression
I just sat there think about everything
Before I cut my wrist one last time
To never end up in the grave in which I would call mine

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  • 19 years ago

    by Serenia

    weo that was really good. i know the feeling.

    serenia

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