Your view vs. Mine

by Becky   Jun 20, 2006


So you slice your wrists
think the doors you open
let your problems out

well sorry to say
you simply make room
for more pain to enter

blood being to pain
as pollen is to a bee
inviting

by cutting your arm
those little red lines
become welcome signs
above the door

you say it solves problems....
then why are yours still there?

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  • 17 years ago

    by NicholasRyan

    Hey nice poem how hve u been