Cutting Death
Beginner and I suck…errrm kind of about cutting to die…I don’t really know myself.
So lost
So empty
So dark
So cold
Stranded all by herself left to die alone
Cuddled in the covers afraid to show her face,
Tears building in her eyes
Crimson droplets she cannot hide.
Under the covers lay her strawberry gashed wrists,
Underneath the layers where the razor blade was kissed,
Red lipstick fell from her vein
Scars of anger and hate where made
Memories of sadness, rejection and self hate all came gushing out.
She fell to her knees with one last breath
She knew she was dieing
The feeling was the best
She stumbled across the room
And lifted up her pen
"Sorry" was all she got to write as she died right there and then.
So empty
So dark
So cold
Stranded all by herself left to die alone
Cuddled in the covers afraid to show her face,
Tears building in her eyes
Crimson droplets she cannot hide.
Under the covers lay her strawberry gashed wrists,
Underneath the layers where the razor blade was kissed,
Red lipstick fell from her vein
Scars of anger and hate where made
Memories of sadness, rejection and self hate all came gushing out.
She fell to her knees with one last breath
She knew she was dieing
The feeling was the best
She stumbled across the room
And lifted up her pen
"Sorry" was all she got to write as she died right there and then.
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