Here It Comes.....A Poem by Courtney ElizabethI think about that night. The night of the phone call. I hear her voice and think to myself... it's nothing. It was something. I blame myself. With all the guilt running through my mind everyday. as I place that sharp blade on my pale skin. As I watch the fresh, red, blood pore out of my arm. Here it comes. Relief. Pain. Regret. Thinking about what I had just done, the pain it could cause, not only me. Thinking about the people who are hurt with what had happened. A tear comes, another one, and some more. Once again, I place the blade across my skin. Here it comes. Relief. Pain. Regret. As I sit there, I think about what people have told me. Her mind was set on what she did. No one could have stopped her. I believe it. What I don't believe is that no one could have tried to stop her. Her voice is what I here now. Telling me everything. What happened, why it happened. Another tear runs down my check. One more time, I place the blade on my arm. I watch The blood come out, again. Here it comes. Relief. Pain. Regret.....
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3 Reviews Added on October 19, 2009 Last Updated on October 19, 2009 AuthorCourtney ElizabethSome Where Knew All The Time :'(, MEAboutThe names Courtney. I love writing. Its like my passion. Along with basketball. But my world is all about my best friends. Blake, your amazing. i love how your always here for me when im in a tough si.. more..Writing
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