The light slowly fading,
i saw that familiar puddle,
so dark and black,
i looked back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
so fine under the blanket of blood.1
i see this everyday,
each time looking so new,
i never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood,
letting it fall in that puddle,
turning so dark inside.2
when i am done i clean the puddle,
the rag covered in red,
i grab my arm bands,
slip them over the fresh slashes,
pull my sleeves down around them,
throw the towel in the was and leave.3
later i find myself sitting in my room,
sitting by the open window,
i stare down at the cuts,
thinking about what each one ment to me,
as i made each one so deep so sweet,
it leaves me thinking so quiet.4
i fall asleep to my own soft cry,
and dream about the way i will die,
it comes to me so clear,
i wasnt meant to be,
i should not be in this world,
do i wake up or not?
A contest entry
- Suicide. by hchsknights08.
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Comments
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That was really great reading. The only peeves I have were some of the typos. Otherwise, I really loved it. I loved the detail and care you put into describing the cuts and the aching feeling that comes from the sight of the blood, then the end about whether or not you will wake up or not.
Really good, I enjoyed it. ^_^ending: 5.
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omg i love it
so dark
thats what i feel like all the time
like when will i leave this world
keep it up relly good job
plez do not die
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