Ill draw you the truth,
the truth with a twist,
Ill draw it with a razor blade,
Ill draw it on my wrist
you want to cry,
as you see the horried thing,
blood dripping truth
of the hidden pain and twinge
i look at you and smile,
watching the way you sway
bloody makes you sick
but it never stopped your ways
you drew my blood a thousend times,
maybe not from my wrists,
but you made me bleed befor
from my nose and from my lips
so i sit befor you now,
once again my blood dripping on the floor
i dont want you in my life
im finally closing my once always opened door
A contest entry
- The Cutters And The Suicidal by Juggalette Sammy.
1000 points, ended May 22, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
just say what you think, even if its bad lol
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wow i loved the first stanza very good (:
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i loove this. its sweet yet sick revenge, but not sick in a bad way. this is something that i would do i wont play around. its something that so few see as a meaningful thing and this had so much meaning. amazing
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This is a good take on the prompt. I liked it, but in some places you may need to check your spelling.
Other than those little things, Great job and Good luck in the contest.
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Wow amazing write I love the texture and rhyming talented piece of writing
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wow
so deep and emotional
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thanks im glad you like it
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