Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.

Red

---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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