![]() Cut My WristsA Poem by Anthony Q Armstrong
I want to slit my wrists and want them bleed,
With the satisfaction, I did what was needed. I made her cry yet again, I bleed for her now, Wishing I could take it all back again. I keep saying the wrong things, Now it's time for me to do the right thing. I'm sorry I've done this to you, Every month since June 8th. Ill die thinking about you, Ill dream wishing it wast true. Not this death, Nor this loss. I take the blade and I sharpen it again, This time to meet the desirable end... © 2014 Anthony Q Armstrong |
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1 Review Added on February 26, 2014 Last Updated on February 26, 2014 AuthorAnthony Q ArmstrongChapel Hill, TNAboutHonestly, I am not much of a person. I have been writing poetry, it coincides with my life, since I was little. Most of what i write on here is to express my slef, and make myself feel better. Being a.. more..Writing
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