Accidents, by ~ Gemz ~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~ Gemz ~

That poor lonely girl,
She hides her face,
In shame & sadness,
Too afraid to face the world.

She is a living death,
Controlled by despair,
Immune to pain,
She cannot feel anything.

That poor lonely girl, 
She slipped & she's bleeding
These "accidents" happen,
Too often to be believed.

Her heart is still beating,
Though emotionally cold,
She still feels something,
The piercing pressure, of the blade across her
wrists. 
Posted: 2006-12-15 10:41:25 UTC

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2006-12-18 01:59:10User
Wow..I am speechless..I just have to say your poems are so relatable to me..I truly understand..