My deepest cut my most stressful memory

by Samantha   Mar 26, 2010


My friends lay out their problems
and put them all on me
i cant hold onto thiers and mine
im stressed as i could be
i pick up a clip
to play the part of the blade
but that clip was dropped
and the blood never stayed
i didnt mean to do it
at least not that fuc king deep
i freaked i screamed
and i cry and i weep
i grabbed the blade and cut my arm fast
the blood it poured
i became scared for the blood wouldnt stop
after a while i became bored
i had a long stare i had a long cry
wishing and praying for the day that i die

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments