Drown

by Brook   Jun 23, 2005


The blade cuts
For every bad thought
Deeper it calls
For every time I lied
Let the blood run
For all the people I hurt
Drip, Drip just let it fall
For everything that went wrong
Almost out of time
For every heart I broke
Last blood drop
For every time I cried
Set the blade back
For every time I almost died
Fall to the floor
For asking for help
Surrounded by Blood
For dying now.

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  • 19 years ago

    by chfj4

    Exellent little poem, I love it. Keep it up!!