*****WARANING A LITTLE DARK OR ALOT DARK DEPENDING ON HOW YOU ARE*****
She drew her blood for death
Each and everyday as soon as she got home
She ran upstairs almost tripping
To get to her box of little secrets
No one understood her at school or home
She drew the blade across her wrist
And kissed the blood she released
She looked like a demon posed as a human
Was it the feeling of pain that made her not feel it all?
Or was it because once you go numb you don't return?
The blood pouring down her wrist made her seem like masochist
She enjoyed the blade a little to much
And the feeling of comfort it brought to her face
She looked up in the shattered mirror she once knew
And saw death behind her
She looked towards the bathroom floor and realized
She couldn't drag that blade anymore
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PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
