Without.

by Kiera   Jul 25, 2007


A while ago i cut myself deep.
I bled.
Even know i still bleed.
I scream,
But know one is listening.

Oh, the pain.
The blood.
It hurts to know no one cares.

I cry.
With empty tears,
Falling out of my empty eyes,
Like blood dripping from the skys.

I can't take the pain anymore.
I'm getting the knife,
To take it all away.

The problems.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
There i lay,
Bleeding and bleeding.
Not moving,
Not breathing.
Without pain,
Without problems,
Without life.

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