Blood on My WristA Poem by Queridaoh honey, enjoying yourself? don't pretend to care don't pretend to give a F**K oh, did i scare you? well screw you. don't see me crying?
don't see my blood? pouring out from these damned veins like a waterfall
oh, tell me to knock it off go ahead, try then walk away and smile laugh at the emo kid like you ever cared.
i can hear you talk whisperin' behind my back 'bout my little 'problem' as if leaving ever helps you're never around never giving a damn.
friendship's worthless when chicks like you don't believe in equality. party with your friend? our friends. don't invite me, hon. thanks alot.
depression's eating me my soul, my soul, my heart bleedin' me burnin' me killin' me
watch me die why don't ya? watch my blood drain and smile and turn away no surprise there time you learn to listen
i am a person. i am a human. i am alive (for now, anyway)
is that a surprise? well, lookie here. girls aren't supposed to fight but watch your back, hon. you'll pay for this. pay for laughing at the blood on my wrists. © 2008 QueridaReviews
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2008 AuthorQueridaMNAboutLet's start anew, without the prejudices and pains of the past to haunt the beginning of an era. Querida is not my real name, but it has become me, in my years online. more..Writing
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