In Vain

In Vain

A Poem by Strawberry Child

Throbbing 
My head's throbbing 
My veins 
They're sobbing 
Blood 
Too much blood 

Coursing 
There's blood 
There is blood 
It's forcing
it's way 
from my veins 

Swelling 
my heart 
It's swelling 
Now my throat 
My throat 
Is closing 

Pulse 
There's a pulse 
A pulse 
No pulse

© 2021 Strawberry Child


Author's Note

Strawberry Child
written several years ago

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Scary, sounds like suicide. I like the format being it makes it fast like a head spinning from loss of blood. Bet you didn't think of that, did you. lol

Posted 2 Weeks Ago



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Added on March 25, 2021
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Tags: self-harm