Untitled Poem II
by Melody Mar 1, 2005
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I stare at the object in my hand, it's shiney and deadly. I think about what to do with it and soon I see blood come down my arm, I didn't mean to hurt myself, I didn't mean for me to be on the floor slowly fading away. The object still in my hand blood on it. I soon realize that most of my pain has gone away. I place the object down smiling as I fade away. |
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19 years ago
by melanie
Like the first one, this is very good. If you make it longer it would be even better.....I used to feel like that too. But I gave up on cutting cause it gave up on me first....Oh well, great poem.
