Slow to Mix

by MJ   Aug 22, 2006


The blade slices through
it comes gushing out
blood drips slowly
down my wrist
to the ground
numbness, it
goes and comes,
comes and goes
pain soon comes
I slide to the ground
to realize what I've done
frightened by the fact
that I cant seem to stop
every slice
brings a tear to my eye
What have I done?

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  • 18 years ago

    by FrozenTearsBleed

    MJ this is a great poem wonderful job 5/5 comment on mine id appreciate it- Meg