Blood

by blackluv   Nov 27, 2007


Plop goes the blood on the ground
slit goes the razor across my wrist
smash goes the draw were the razor came from
Bam goes the phone with mad anger
scream goes the girl to the x-friend
tears are streaming down her face
nothing is going how its planed
she takes the razer agen and slits another time
she makes her self bleed so that she cad relax
she has no felling
hoping to die soon
but noes that she didn't slice herself the correct way
she them moves across the bed
grabs the pack of new razors
them digs them into her skin
she yells in pain
but then realizes she dont feel the pain
she is laying on her bed
then trys to cut her thought
but someone comes into her room
the one that made her so mad
she then turners and swings at the boy
she misses and sits there and cries
she noes that there is nothing to do
he smacks her and takes the razors
then goes back in the room
they they talk about what happened
nothing has changed though
she is even more pissed off at him
he leaves and lated that night

SHE IS FOUND DEAD BECAUSE OF A SINGLE CUT ACROSS HER WRIST THAT BLEED FOR SO LONG SHE WAS DRAINED OF BLOOD
now he is upset

IT TOOK HIM LONG ENOUGH

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  • 16 years ago

    by neo

    Expressive

  • 16 years ago

    by Risen Dreams

    Great poems. keep up the good work