The ritual

by The Depression Bard   Nov 10, 2005


A bloody wrist,
so hard to resist.
With each painless cut,
Brings me deeper in my rut.
A secret slit, late at night,
it just feels... oh so right.
Will I ever learn,
can the blood ever return?
Only the next act will show,
and then I'll truly know.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tess

    I really liked reading this poem! It hits pretty close to home. Take care hun, Tess xxx