As I draw the blade to my skin
I think...
What was it today
All will become irrelevant
After I draw the blade from my flesh
Watching the blood
It comes to the surface
Trailing down in crimson lines
Hating what I have become
There is no reason
No motivation to still exist
So why should I try to be happy in this scarred life?
What did you think
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Let me start off by saying that I thank you for joining my contest and that I have really enjoyed this poem. Yet, i do think that this would have been better if you'd stuck with the rhyme scheme so as to continue the flow started at the beginning of this piece. other then that, i adore this poem, it's fantastic, and you cut short what could have been an endless repetition. great work...and good luck
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OMG wow! i love it!! I will be looking at this again later for my contest..good luck!! Create4ever
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this is good brandy...depressing, but good...not really a poem though, but i dont really care cuz i do the same thing anyways...byez!
~Karinn
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