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Beat

One more slice, knife piercing the skin  
and blood pouring from the chasm in  
my arm.  

Maybe this time I'll go too deep;  
carry myself out of this hell I'm forced  
to live.  

But if I haven't, then one more cut;  
will one more be enough?  
Or will I keep going until that last time  
where I finally break the vein keeping my  
every breath going, my heart beating.  

I wish I could tell you and show you my pain,  
but I'm so afraid that you'll turn and  
run, and never come back.  

Sometimes I just want to watch all of  
the blood  
seep out of my body, just to make sure  
I'm alive. Just to know my heart is still  
beating.  

I want to see every heartbeat, every pulse  
to ensure that I'm not dead.  

I can see every artery and vein, and I can  
almost see the bone. I can feel the struggle,  
the fight leave my body.  
But I know it will soon be back,  
stronger, immune to the cuts I have made.
Written by BreakingSpirit212 (BreakingSpirit)
Published | Edited 8th Aug 2011
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