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Red Blood
Red blood seeps and beads from my wrist,
runs steadily down and pools near my knees.
the alley is dark and secluded,
cold and lifeless.
The sound of glass clinks next to me,
glistens off of the lights that surrounds me.
I take a deep breath,
and cut another straight line on my arm.
My hands begin to tremble,
as my veins bubble to the surface,
my vision blurs as tears run down my face.
Red blood seeps and beads from my wrist,
I become steady with my cuts,
the word "worthless," enters my mind and begins to bleed out,
as I cut my flesh with jagged glass.
I don't ask for help,
I don't panic at all.
I keep my mind focused on the goal,
I wish to attain.
I don't want to die just yet,
I am just trying to release this pain.
Red blood seeps and beads from my wrist,
looking back at me asking me what have I done.
Saying without words is it worth this guilt I carry,
Am I making a mistake?
runs steadily down and pools near my knees.
the alley is dark and secluded,
cold and lifeless.
The sound of glass clinks next to me,
glistens off of the lights that surrounds me.
I take a deep breath,
and cut another straight line on my arm.
My hands begin to tremble,
as my veins bubble to the surface,
my vision blurs as tears run down my face.
Red blood seeps and beads from my wrist,
I become steady with my cuts,
the word "worthless," enters my mind and begins to bleed out,
as I cut my flesh with jagged glass.
I don't ask for help,
I don't panic at all.
I keep my mind focused on the goal,
I wish to attain.
I don't want to die just yet,
I am just trying to release this pain.
Red blood seeps and beads from my wrist,
looking back at me asking me what have I done.
Saying without words is it worth this guilt I carry,
Am I making a mistake?
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