My Arm Bleeds

My Arm Bleeds

A Poem by Adalynn

My arm bleeds life a river,

i took that blade,

and sliced my wrist,

yes i did,

oh yes i did,

it felt wonderful,

nothing could top it,

the blood i see,

runs down my fingers,

making me feel,

wonderful and free,

my arms bleeds like a river,

for everyone to see.

© 2012 Adalynn


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Not sure what to think of this one. I can only surmise that the pain in your life is so great that cutting takes your mind away from all the bad things that surround you. Can't say I agree with cutting though.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on January 19, 2012
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Adalynn
Adalynn

Cookville, TN



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Not much to say. I love writing i am more of a morbid dark writer then anything else. I sing and dance and love to read i love music and i love photography as well.. more..

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