Overdose

by Greta Miller   Jul 11, 2005


Just wanted to kill the pain
there was nothing left to gain
Who would have thought
the cuts were my fault
But I couldn't stop
With every bloody drop
I felt closer to dying
It could be so addicting
Who knows
That you can overdose
With a small sharp blade
Each cut that was made
Was bigger than before
I couldn't take it anymore
I didn't want to stop
Feeling better with every drop
of blood that splattered on the floor
It was all I thought of anymore
But there was no blood left to pour
I couldn't control it anymore
I died that day
From every cut that was made
with that addicting blade.

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