This is one of my writers block poems. ..So laugh it up now!


The sudden impulse to find something sharp
needing to cover blood with emotional pain
scissors wont work no matter how hard you try
nothing can make the shit i feel slain
I run to the kitchen
I know theres a knife
i sling open the drawer
Ill soon loose all this strife
The blades edges are rough
But I still jam it in my skin
i pull my flesh tight
This beautiful sin
Once its good and deep
I rip with all might
The skin violently tears(sp)
And Im lost without fright
The blood begins to pour
Like a river down my hip
A numb feeling over comes me
And my pain is equipped
I fall to the floor
My stomach feeling sour
I run to the sink
This painful hour
I tried my best to make me feel better
But in the end I am more depressed
Theres nothing to do now
I've failed my emotional test
 
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