They are so sharp, they are right there
I know I shouldn't but I really don't care
I want to feel them slicing my skin
The only thing stopping me is the thought of him
I promised him I would stop
But my wrists, I want to chop
One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
The crimson red blood pooled at my feet
Without you right now I feel incomplete
Would anyone really care if my heart stopped beating?
Oh well, they will survive when I stop breathing
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PoetryThis is where i express all the things that i cant express in person, all the feelings and thoughts that get bottled up can now be let out. *WARNING* There is some very heavy content that may be triggering to some people.
