Sharp

by Kelsey   Dec 4, 2005


The object was sharp
It dug deep into my skin
I could stop with just one
Before I knew it there were so many

So many cuts
So many on just one arm
There was just no stopping
I couldn't stop

If I died no one would care
No one would dare to try and save me
So I cut deep
These objects were so sharp

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