Small beads
Of crimson liquid
Connect with one another
Slowly sliding down
My porcelain skin
Streams of the
Crimson river flow
Over my white
Delicate skin
As the razor
Pierces it
Over and over again
Like a bad disease
My emotions wont leave
They are way to intense
Looking over to see
The river
The most beautiful
Feeling river
Has stopped flowing
Just stopped
Without warning
Taking a wet cloth
Washing the river away
It feels as if
For merely two seconds
The pain was gone
Slowly closing my
Dark, torn, lonely eye
I sleep until
Another day
Of HEARTACHE!!
