Cutting

by TillyMariex   May 27, 2007


I watch as the blood drips down my wrist
I don't know why i keep on doing this

It stings and it hurts
But its nothing compared to the pain in my heart

So i cut and i cut
and the blood rolls down
I feel so free
Theres so much blood i just might drown
Now i know whats become of me

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  • 17 years ago

    by Reaper

    Excellent poem,but you have to stop cutting.