Blood comforts me Slice my wrists and you shall see The crimson red begins to flow Watch my face, it will glow When everything is going wrong For the blood I will long The touch of it as soft as lace See the smile upon my face My best friend, a razor blade Brings me… Continue reading Blood
Author: nychole
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Tattered skull, ruptured lungs Swimming in a pool of blood As time ticks by, The end draws near Closing in on all you fear Veins popping through the skin Hands are severed, wrists are slit Eyes bulging out of the head Watching everything as it slows All the blood makes a stream Strands of muscle… Continue reading untitled
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All this pain inside Dreaming of suicide Every day wanting to die Can’t stand another lie
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The noose Is far too loose I’ll tighten it To make it fit
drowning
looking over the edge the river is high im about to fall off the ledge im sick of all the lies
Blood
The blood begins to flow First it’s fast, then begins to slow The shiny razor blade Brings scars that shall not fade The blood starts to drip