Cuts
I made a line
On my wrist
Seeing the red
Coming out from it
It was a cut
Scarring my skin
Piercing through
As it bleeded
I felt numbness
The pain was nothing
It was supposed to sooth-
Me from emotionally rotting
Oh I know!
I'll make the pain stop,
Leave this misery I'll go-
To the tallest building I shall drop
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©chrissaviolet
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