The blood dripped from my wrist,and I longed for more than just a deep cut.
It was never deep enough.
I had to get deeper to feel that extra adrenalin rush.
It was never deep enough.
I pressed the blade to my skin,and it slid across.
It was never deep enough.
The blood rushed from my slit wrist.
It was never deep enough.
In a way I longed to put my wrist to my mouth,and let the blood slowly flow into my mouth.
It was never deep enough.
But I got too scared and wrapped a towel around my arm,and I layed there ready to die.
I never did.
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