swiftly
my hand moves across my wrist
searching for the perfect place
to hide in my blood
there is nowhere to run
so I must hide
the sharp edge cross my skin
slowly and as gentle as possilbe
but still enough
to make a line of red liquid apear
and wash away my pain
and it runs to the side of my wrist
and drips onto the carpet
it is permanently stained;damaged
just like my heart
I keep letting it drip
and fall to the ground
the only scary part of this
is that I like it
the only thing I focus on
is what is going on in my wrist
my mind forgets about the backstabbers
the liers
the cheaters
and those whose betrayed me
a smile appears on my face
but on the same time
a salt water tear falls down off my cheek
and mixes with the blood



 
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