by amanda Apr 19, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
Hands of a small girl who cuts her wrist, her life gone bad, wrapped in a twist, reaching beside her bed, with such a pounding in her head, reaching for the knife, the one that will end this broken life, she lies on her bed, sheets torn to a shred, one small slit and the blood will poor, as her body hits the ice cold floor. |
by SadKuteAngel
Good.. yet sad. i hope u dont cut...and if u do, i understand...i lik da poem tho..5/5 |