Slashed wrists

by kate f   Jan 29, 2007


Drip! Drip! Drip!
Goes the blood from your wrist
if only you could make it bleed more, feel more pain
slashed wrists
the pain being a release from all the pain others have caused
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Goes the blood from your wrist falling to the floor
soon there will be nothing left
you'll bleed yourself dry
that'll be the end of you
then you'll be nothing more

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  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Great poem!

  • 17 years ago

    by Kally

    Wow thats a good poem

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Good work,
    This poem had a nice flow
    :)