She held the knife to her wrist
Thoughts ticking her brain
Like a bomb
She doesn't know what she is doing
Or why she is doing it.
She cries in her lonesome
But no one comes
She scratches at the skin
Blood making it's way to the surface
She gives a nervous smile
Then drops the razor
Knowing it's worthless
It's just a waste of time
She rinses her wrist
In the sink beside her
She gets a bandage
And sighs when she lays it over the wound
Thinking there was no point in all of that
She takes the razor and throws it away
Knowing her life
Would never be the same
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Written October 10th, 2006
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i know. i have been through it many times, so thank you for the comment.
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thanks sis. i appreciate it. thank you for the comment.
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Good
That was deep, and a situation I know much about -
i thought it was very well written, i've written a few similar i loved it!
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