---Red---
I put the blade to my skin,
The red blood flows out,
The pleasure takes over,
But just for a little while.
I watch it come out,
A puddle of red blood,
I will be cleaning later,
After I'm done.
I use cold water,
To wash off the red blood,
Next was the floor,
Which was covered in blood.
The rag turned red,
I guess I'll have to wash that later.
Now I just want peace.
As I lay on my bed,
I close my eyes.
I go to dream land,
Where I only see blood red.
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This was my first poem. Please dont be mean. I hope you liked it.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
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