Blood FeneA Poem by katrina taylorIts about the way I get when I am mad.
A blade is sharper than a knife.
It can slash and drip blood even quicker. I'm full of anger. I am a haphazard who gets fumed quick. I have tried and failed. Being home brings out the worst in me. One simple slash and I'll be fine. I can make it sharper. Its too bad I won't be around later on. What once was my life will be no more. As long as I have a knife I will be fun. I'm sorry God! I just can't put with myself any longer. Just be glad I'm not buried in the dirt.
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Added on October 28, 2014 Last Updated on October 28, 2014 Author
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