Cut Me

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By little_irish_rose

You bent close to my ear, and whispered "it's over" to me... Then you walked away, and left me there to bleed... I tried to get an answer, what would make you do this? All you did was tell me, "now you got your wish" I was so confused, I didn't know what to do... I never wished for this, I only ever wanted you... I ran into the bathroom, slammed the toilet seat down... Rolled up my sleeve, and picked up the only thing around... The scissors weren't that sharp, but they gave me what I needed... I sat there crying to death, as the cuts bleeded... As the tiles filled with blood, I made one final wish... I wrote it down on paper, and seeled it with a bloody kiss... "I wish that you could know, that you're the cause of all of this... And now it's really over, now I got my wish..."

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December 17, 2005 01:04love nothing >>--

i love this poem, i can relate a bit, and its just amazing..