Blood

A sad poem about taking self harm too far...
Blood, sweet blood
dripping down my wrist,
tells me I’m still alive.

Blood, sweet blood
puddled on the floor,
screams stop you can lose any more!

Blood, sweet blood
splashed on my back,
whispers you'll never get your life back.

By Ana Sage
Published: 2/6/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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