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by NiaPooh Jun 4, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
In my hand I hold a knife Sharp and ready To end my life With a cut to my wrist I begin to bleed Listening to blood Drip to the floor Split Splat Split Splat One Splash After another In my head the dripping blood Makes a symphony Split Splat Split Splat Over and over I hear it in my head Split Splat Split Splat In minutes I grow weak Knowing I cut to deep I collapse But I still hear Split Splat Split Splat My body turns cold, And it starts twitching on its own Eyes begin to Blur But I still hear Split Splat Split Splat Slowly drifting Feeling my body slipping My heart beats slower In each breath I take I take my last breath And I no longer hear Split Splat Split Splat (I’m gone)
by Krisanta
Damn girl this is some deep sh*t I hope ur ok _krisanta_
by SaveMe?
Wow cool poem really moving...so sad... but its really good =] great work keep it up =] 5/5 lovelove Alice xxxxx
