Blood on My Wrist

Blood on My Wrist

A Poem by Querida

oh 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 Querida


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oh 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


this is damn good .....

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Let'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..

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