A Knife, A Slice, And Her Wrist

by Simply Complex   Feb 11, 2006


Running. Running. Running.
She had been doing it her whole life.
Its all she knew how to do.
She went to the kitchen and picked up the knife.
Held it to her wrist, blinked,
And made that fatal thin slice.
The blood poured as fast as her tears.
She was free.
The pain she had suffered for years was now over.
Her vision blurred and she feel like stone
Her raw red blood pooled around her,
and she let out on final groan.
She was free.
And she was finally happy.
To bad it had to end
with a knife, a slice, and her wrist.

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  • 17 years ago

    by The Simpsons rule

    Love it! am a self harmer so i know what this feels like!

  • 18 years ago

    by Jason

    Great poem, I really like the rhythm in it. It definately has a lot of meaning also. Keep up the good work.

    -Jason

  • 18 years ago

    by ryan39

    Wow that is a really deep poem. but very well written and all. a sad poem but very true.

  • 18 years ago

    by loenly angel

    Its great if show how a lot of ppl what 2 do i wanted 2 do that but i feel in love and i got heart brooken and i cut myself it shows what ppl would do

  • 18 years ago

    by Neha

    Great poem. As Kels said 'very emotional.' Good job.

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