Drip

by Rebekah   Aug 10, 2006


The gaping cut in her wrist
The blood stained knife
The crimison paint flows
Drip Drip
Why did she do it?
No one will know
She doesnt want anyone to find out
What troubles her most
Drip Drip
She moans, she screams
Why did they not want her
Drip Drip Drip

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