No cure

by emma   May 3, 2005


Slitting wrists,
clenching fists,
bleeding bliss,
my life consists.

twists of fate,
a world of hate,
the love is late,
a helpless state.

a broken heart,
torn apart,
inevitable start,
no cure.

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  • 19 years ago

    by elizabeth

    This is so good. I'm blown away. Keep writing because you are definately great at it.

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