Addicted

by Little Dot   Dec 21, 2005


He was having a horrible day
He decided to take the pain away

So he picked up his razor sharp knife
He was hoping to end his own life

He took the blade and made the first cut
For so long his life has been stuck in this rut

The crimson blood started to spill
With darkness the room began to fill

He finally succeeded in his try
But everyone will always ask why

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  • 19 years ago

    by ShayHope

    Kind of sad and disturbing in my mind but the work you put into it was awsome. I liked it!