My life

by fallen expectations   Apr 3, 2005


I took the knife and spilt the blood
onto the floor into the cracks
it was like my own little flood
watching it flow watching it run
faster and faster the blood spills
faster and faster my heart is dying
I'm getting tired I'm getting weak
i fall to the floor and into
my loneliness
my mistake
my life

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  • 20 years ago

    by Christina Marie

    nice.. you express your feelings well and really get the feeling in the readers heart.. good way of wording i like it.. keep up the good work!

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