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The Slits On My Wrists
The slits on my wrists
Are a form of bliss
Sliding the cold razor against soft skin
Watching the crimson blood flow with a slight grin
Moaning in pain I do it again
Wincing slightly I hear my name
I lock the door and grip the blade
I dig deeper watching the floor as it gets sprayed
God the blood is so red
I feel like I'm already dead!
This burning sensation in my limbs
It crawls all over my skin!
Stop this horror!
Stop this fright!
I give up
I'm no longer going to fight!
The blood stains my white carpet
I laugh once more like an estrained pauper
Driping with red
I will finally get rid of this dread
And forever be dead.
Are a form of bliss
Sliding the cold razor against soft skin
Watching the crimson blood flow with a slight grin
Moaning in pain I do it again
Wincing slightly I hear my name
I lock the door and grip the blade
I dig deeper watching the floor as it gets sprayed
God the blood is so red
I feel like I'm already dead!
This burning sensation in my limbs
It crawls all over my skin!
Stop this horror!
Stop this fright!
I give up
I'm no longer going to fight!
The blood stains my white carpet
I laugh once more like an estrained pauper
Driping with red
I will finally get rid of this dread
And forever be dead.
Published 9th Oct 2012
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8th Nov 2012 1:57am
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8th Nov 2012 2:02am
9th Nov 2012 2:42am
Hey Samantha,
Not bad. Not bad at all. I know you want "friendly feedback" so I'll make this as friendly as possible. Here is a friendly suggestion for S4L2 :)
"I dig deeper, watching the floor get sprayed"
JMHO, of course.
As for the content, I can relate in a bit of a different way to the crimson liquid leaving my vein. Rather than the floor, it funneled into a syringe though. I can see the beauty in that as you do. Most obviously cannot. This was a good read. Thank you for sharing something so intimate with us.
Gemini
Not bad. Not bad at all. I know you want "friendly feedback" so I'll make this as friendly as possible. Here is a friendly suggestion for S4L2 :)
"I dig deeper, watching the floor get sprayed"
JMHO, of course.
As for the content, I can relate in a bit of a different way to the crimson liquid leaving my vein. Rather than the floor, it funneled into a syringe though. I can see the beauty in that as you do. Most obviously cannot. This was a good read. Thank you for sharing something so intimate with us.
Gemini
1st Dec 2012 00:31am
love the graphic images painted in my brain after reading this, good job :))
1st Dec 2012 12:52pm
20th Jan 2013 3:42pm
wow i love this! my favourite part was
The slits on my wrists
Are a form of bliss
Sliding the cold razor against soft skin
Watching the crimson blood flow with a slight grin
The slits on my wrists
Are a form of bliss
Sliding the cold razor against soft skin
Watching the crimson blood flow with a slight grin
21st Jan 2013 6:44pm
