Bloodshed,
Cuts with lead,
Poisoned and bleeding,
Goes blank… conscious regaining,
Pain I’m no longer felling,
Before my eyes my cuts are sealing,
And my scars all are healing,
Runs my hand gently down my arm,
A smooth graceful ride down my arm,
No more rough edges or rigid marks,
First time in a while my arm has a beautiful figure,
Also I fell no more need to pull a trigger,
And I look in a mirror and smiles,
A smile so big it’s seen for miles,
Stamped outside,
Feeling alive,
I’m completely healed,
With love and trust completely filled,
Stares around,
Not a single loud sound,
Everybody is happy and laughing,
No arguing or fighting,
Smiles and to himself he said,
‘I’m so happy I’m in heaven and dead.’

 
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