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Dark
Laying here awake
Clinching my fists
All I can think about
Is cutting my wrist
I pick up my knife and
I feel the urge to begin
With no one to stop me
I'm about to give in
Slowly moving the blade
But not breaking the surface
Then I hear a voice ask me
'Is this really worth it?'
I push it out of my head
And let the blade do the work
At first I just feel a sting
But then it doesn't hurt
The blood swells up
In the shape of a giant heart
My vision becomes blury
And then my world goes dark
Clinching my fists
All I can think about
Is cutting my wrist
I pick up my knife and
I feel the urge to begin
With no one to stop me
I'm about to give in
Slowly moving the blade
But not breaking the surface
Then I hear a voice ask me
'Is this really worth it?'
I push it out of my head
And let the blade do the work
At first I just feel a sting
But then it doesn't hurt
The blood swells up
In the shape of a giant heart
My vision becomes blury
And then my world goes dark
Published 2nd Sep 2011
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Anonymous
2nd Sep 2011 9:48pm
i liked the last lines the best over all a good write
4th Sep 2011 10:25am
You know...I have thought of that often. To just black out and leave...but then again, there are many other things to enjoy other than the pleasure of the body and mind...right? oh but its sweet, the oblivion.
