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ice cold blade

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depressed emo poem

he cold icy blade,
running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down drop by drop to the sink below me.
I feel calm, and in control. 
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more. 
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my heart pounds faster.
I wake up the next day groggy, confused.
People pounding on the bathroom door.
My brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face,
Because they can't know,
They won't know. 
I'll find an excuse, for everything.
And their world will be fine.
No matter if mine is a living hell.Todos los derechos reservados

depressed emo poem

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