Numb

by Amy   May 30, 2008


Slit my arm
for the eighth time
thats not enough
so lets make it nine

blood drips down
red and cold
now see my true feelings
as they start to unfold

this may be my present
yet im living in my past
god please let this great numbness
always last

forget a razorblade
give my a knife
maybe this time
i will be lucky enough to end my life.

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