Breaking point

by sky   Jun 15, 2011


The pain bulids up,
your about to break,
your tears stream down your face,
unable to think,
only one thing is on ur mind,
the blade comes out,
and through the tears,
you slide it across your wrist,
the blood drips down your arm,
you know its wrong,
but the relase feels so good,
your at home,
you feel better now,
the blood dries,
and your ready to continue your life.

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