THE KNIFE

by Bree   Jun 17, 2007


The blood was dripping,
Down the drain,
I saw it all,
The knife....the pain,
In her eyes,
She didn't care,
She started laughing,
As she pulled out her hair,
The scars were there,
They just came undone,
She let out her anger,
And said it was FUN!!
This crazy girl,
Look at her life,
She just depends on her blade,
She just craves for her knife.....

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  • 17 years ago

    by alex fergsuon

    Hmm . .
    This poem is like sooo gay !
    Ha. Who uses knives that's just dirty, people got to eat with them , sick , sick person ..
    Get something real. =D