bleeding cureA Poem by Taylor.Breaking down...
falling apart...
all i need is a new start..
i lock the door..
and there it is laying where i left it last...
with to much enthusiasm i pick up the box...
i peek inside...
and there the beautiful silver blade lies....
i take it out...
it glistens...
i pick a spot...
tear my skin...
a crimson line appears...
with joy i cut again...
oops...
cut to deep...
gushing blood...
feeling weak....
lay on the floor...
bleed some more...
fade away a little more...
i kiss the blade..
thank it...
close my eyes...
dance into the light...
i have gotten my bleeding cure <3
-Taylor © 2011 Taylor.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 10, 2011 Last Updated on February 10, 2011 AuthorTaylor.saulte ste marie, canada, CanadaAboutHey, My name is Taylor. I am 15 years of age. This is my way of letting go of things I suppress. Pain, worries, ect. Thank you for reading (: more..Writing
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