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by Emma Nov 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
As the knife slices through I feel a shudder As my skin is torn There's a pain like thunder The sharpened edge is as cold as ice I slice it again Without thinking twice The trickle of blood slowly drips down The unbearable pain doesn't even cause me a frown I'm dead to this feeling No tears in my eyes i take my own life Under clear blue skies
by Emily parsons
This poem rocks one of my faves love it heart it lots like jelly tots x