Welcomed blade

by lee   Jun 21, 2007


Everyday i sit here,
spinning my little pen knife in my hand,
the steel of the blade although it sounds grim,
is welcomed against my fragile skin,

the blood weeps from my arms,
i do not cry,
i don't even wince from pain,
it doesn't hurt much really,
i wonder what if i cut a vain,

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  • 17 years ago

    by SuicideNotes2Poems

    I wonder that alot to, to afraid to try it though
    but nice job i realy like this one......