The Last Cut

by Christina   Apr 7, 2006


This silver blade
looks so friendly
to my skin,
to my veins.

I await blood
to seep from my wrists
when it doesn't come
I dig deeper.

Cut it slow
cut deep
make yourself bleed
make yourself weep.

These red drops
fall to the floor
my body wilts
I am no more.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Beautiiful*Liie

    I like your poem... the words seem like they come from a ture razor worshiper...??

  • 18 years ago

    by xy221

    Your poems is nice but i hope its JUST a poem u know what im saying but other then that keep up the writing

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