Tales from a broken

by HeAtHeR   Mar 14, 2006


I love the color of crimson blood.
I watched blood flow from my wrist
I hardly feel any pain
My heart has been crushed so many times before
So how can i feel pain?
i slowly put the blade to my wrist
They take my pain away even though they cause scars
My heart rate picks up as i go deeper
How far will i go?
There is no one stopping me,so i go forth
I fall to the ground absolutly numb
I clench my arm tightly as the blood flows
I watch the small pool of blood forming
Will anyone truely miss me?
would they even notice me while i'm gone?
why should they start when they never noticed me before.

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