The Closest Room

by Danielle Gagnon   Oct 21, 2005


He cudles her and i feel pain,
He kisses her and needles shoot my brain.
My senses numb, my legs feel weak,
I run to the closest room so i can weep,
I sink to the floor and try to sleep,
to let all this pain go away, to feel the pain a little less that day.
My only relief that day i find,
my razors calling to my arm
through the pain, i feel relief
the blood down my arm, pools on the floor, the trace of harm.
I stand, and wash my wound away, pull down my sleeve so no one sees the fleshy wounds that never cease.
Outside i step, i see him there, not even a glance. He said he Cared.
As i pass he walks away, im left alone, falling away.
A drop of blood falls to the floor. evidence from those before. left there no one will find,
peoples harm that only some survive.

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