Look at this perfect wrist
Completely untorn
I can see every vein
Blue under my skin
Bleed
I want to see red
Inside I’m scarred
Let him see
I’m scarred on the outside
Cut it
Tear it apart
Let crimson gush
Like a red rose
Feel the thorns
In the form of a blade
Etch out the pain
Onto my wrist
Turning water to wine
Tranquil weakness
Shake from the sting
Numbing emotions
Beautiful suicide
Author notes
Written March 13th, 2005
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