This time

by notquiteright   Mar 5, 2005


This cut was deeper than the last, there was a sharper sting this time, more blood fell.
She watched the blood drip, almost as if satisfied, but this time the blood didn't stop.
It was like her tears and pain..never ending.
She tried running from her problems, but they caught her and when they did they brought their razor blade.
It sliced at her skin, while on the inside she screamed for it to stop.
Now her problems have gone too far, cutting her deep.
She knows this cut is different from the last.
The blood falls,...and so does she.
Shes not scared though, her problems are gone, along with the pains of her razor blade.
She opens her eyes to watch the blood drip,...this time she knows this be the last to watch her blood drip.

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