A wrist, its been clean for so long.
No cuts, no scratches, no scars.
Just the blue veins, not knowing what was coming.
Every day the cuts got closer just waiting for the end.
You left, that's when it started.
The day came and the veins were cut open, no longer blue but now shining red.
The blood leaked,
The strength was gone,
The eyes closed,
The lips whispered goodbye to you.
The tears quit falling,
The last breath was taken,
The heart stopped beating,
The pulse disappeared.
I was dead.
~JescaRose.
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A Moment to Feel
PoetryThese poems are all out of emotion. I wrote them while I was feeling that way, or while I was listening to somebody and fueling off of their emotions.Either way, I really hope you like them! Don't hesitate to comment, message me, or vote(: **All wri...
