Slit Away

by Mandi   Mar 15, 2006


She takes the blade to her wrist
and with her shaky hands she
cuts it, She slits her wrist
Deeply
The blood slowly starts to drip to
the Floor
1 drip, 2 drips, 3 drips,
A puddle of blood starts to form
She looks at her fading self in the
Mirror
She falls to the floor
and with her last breath she says
"Look what you have done to me"

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