Cut

by Davnie   Mar 26, 2006


Cut your wrist.
Now nothing comes out
does it?
Cut your wrist.
It's already gone.

You've already bled.
They've already found you.
No longer bleeding.
They've already found you dead.

Cut your wrist.
The blood isn't there.
You don't think it's fair
but you don't remember
what you did to your family,
what you did to your friends.

Cut your other wrist.
Still nothing comes out.
It's all gone. Isn't it?
You've already bled.
It happened a day ago.
You're already dead.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Evie

    I like it....don't know why, just do

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