Cut

by 111308   Mar 23, 2007


One cut,
Two cut,
Three cut,
Four..
Can't stop..
Can't help it...
She wants more..
Five cut,
Six cut,
Seven cut,
Eight...
She feels pathetic...
Knowing she's got nothing to gain...
But it seems to ease her pain...
More and more...
Blood drops to the floor...
She can't take life anymore...
She takes a gun this time...
Put's it to her head..
On the count of three she says..
One sec...
Two Sec..
Three sec...
Four..
*bang*
*bang*
She falls to the floor...
And there she lyes...
Not breathing anymore...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Wow thats heavy stuf but its good, well done xxxxxxxx