Slit Of The WristA Poem by Lacey... Just Lacey
Thoughts of Suicide cloud my mine I thought about this for the thousandth time.
The razor looks so good reflecting off my pale skin.
I cry and want to look inside and stop the beat of the lonely and sad heart.
My wall is high and sways from side to side like the wind on a rather cold October night.
I pull the sliver fast over my shinny pale skin and a great pain goes away.
The blood flows like a river on low as the red liquid falls down like rain on a white dress.
The sick felling goes away and the light came to play in my rather dull day.
But it goes away in just a few days cause thoughts come back to play.
And the rain falls and never goes away and my heart breaks and nothing seem like it's ever going to be alright
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Added on April 29, 2009 AuthorLacey... Just LaceyMad Hatters HouseAboutDon't click here! Names Lacey Leanne... My nick name is Sniffles... lol jk! ♥ Feel free to add me! I'm a bubbly kinda of person unless you corss me or I'm just being a ps.. more..Writing
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