the blood drip

By inneedofhelp07 •
The sharp metal cuts my flesh so esily,
I'm numb to the emotional tornment
As I watch the blood drip down my rm
Then one cut follows another
and another
til i'm finished
then i sit to watch the blood drip
By inneedofhelp07 •
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I've been there... I know exactly what you're talking about.
there is a strange release in watching your own blood pour forth
Someone else dripped blood too... and it was all for you... Would you like to know who?
Really Great poem
I hope you don't cut yourself no more..