A cut to deep

by dion   Jun 5, 2007


The bloods dripping fast
his heart is on the ground
he does this every night
when no one is around

he slowly breaks skin
while his tears hits the blade
every cut counts
making the nightmares fade

he sits down alone
screaming its never enough
but enough is when he hits a vein
to end his life that was so tough

and still hes begging for more
it slowly eases the pain
controlling the feeling
of finally feeling sane

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