Bleeding Wrists

by Kendra Cazares   Mar 6, 2006


As I sit here,
with this knife in my hand
looking at my wrists,
as they bleed

So much pain
My heart aches
The only way to make myself feel better,
is to cut myself

Watching my blood,
leak out of my wrists,
feels so good
Relieves my pain and sorrows

Nobody knows what I do to myself
Nobody knows how I feel
Nobody knows about all my pain
and I'm going to keep it that way

My wrists,
so full of scars
That's what all my pain has caused,
bleeding wrists

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