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by Bonnie Fowler Mar 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I close my eyes press the knife up against my skin hold my breath and the cutting begins one by one I slice away Decreasing the pain day by day I scream and scream But nobody hears They don't understand All of my fears I usually get a towel and press to stop the bleeding but this time I am succeeding No one can stop me they all had their chance Everyone better hurry up and take their last glance....
by Ashley Redden
5/5 GREAT GREAT poem...i love it