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My Wrists Are Bleedin'

The silver blade is so sweet to me,
Bringing pain and happiness at the same time.
Shielding me from the world that is so cruel to me.

I gave my arm for you,
But you don't care!
You told that other girl lies,
That I don't exist to you,
And that you never loved me!

I realize as my wrists are bleedin',
Your feelings for me never existed!
You are the reason I love my blade!
I thought you loved me,
But I was wrong!

You always said that I was yours,
Was that a lie too?
I only wish to not exist anymore!

Gut?

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  • blueeyedboogieman
    November 9
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    It's unfortunate that you feel like this but it's a very good poem. There is no love with something that causes you pain, whether it be a person or a blade.


  • bunnyslasher157
    November 7
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    Awesome!!! YOu did such a good job on this Cheyenne!! Keep writing!!
    -Sarah


  • Sector-Hunter silver member
    November 7

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    I have been with someone that felt this way. I had to prove to her that I loved her before she stopped cuting herself. I hate when people make others feel this low. I know that it is a hard things to deal with when someone breaks your heart. But when you find the right one then the pain will pass. I wish you nothing but the best. That blade is not love it can take away what you feel inside for a short time but it is not worth it. Keep your head up SH