The Pain

by Krash   Jan 3, 2013


Dark Red
Trickles
Trickles down her arm
A Special little secret
Known as self harm

Fiery red
Anger
Builds up deep inside
She's got to let these feelings out
But to who can she confide

Dark silver
Blade
Is the one she trust
The one that she turns to
When life becomes to much

Long white
Sleeves
To cover her pain
Hide her relief
Hide the cuts again

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  • 10 years ago

    by WintersAngel

    Fantastic!!! I love it!!! Beautiful words..

  • 11 years ago

    by Shades of Gray

    This is good! Going in my favorites!
    ~Shades of Gray

  • 11 years ago

    by HeatherJo

    ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!

    • 11 years ago

      by Krash

      Thank u. I don't really show my work. Hearing y say that made my day