Nothing left to do

by Kaitlin Elizabeth   May 23, 2004


Sitting here, crying in a corner.
All alone,forever a loner.
Holding a razor blade in my left hand.
Looking at my other wrist, thinking about my plan.
There's no1 to talk to, no1 that cares.
No1 that loves me, Everything is bare.
There's no point to live, no point to see another day.
The only choice is to cut my life away.
I slit my wrist, let the blood fall to the ground.
No1 cares, no1 even around.
I completed my task,
I followed it through.
Now i guess there is nothing left to do...

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  • 19 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    I liked this. What stood out to me was how you said "left hand", i thought that helped build up the feeling of being alone and different. As the majority of people are right handed, and this gives the feeling of a left handed person. Very good job, well done.

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