 | Dull, rusty, dirty.
You examine it closely,
you see every speck of dirt,
but you don't care.
You turn your head,
and look at your wrist,
and think "am I really going to do this?"
Before you know it blood is running down your arm.
It has a sparkle in the right light.
You feel a sigh of relief.
Most of your worries go away,
but only for a second,
they return.
A tear runs down the side of your face.
You look again,
slice.
Now all you see is more and more blood.
you lie there,
on the floor,
watching yourself bleed.
You think how could I do this to my self?
But then that haunting memory returns.
You realize why u did that dirty deed.
Then you look the other direction,
and see,
the dull rusty dirty,
now covered in blood,
blade.
Written by Danielle K
Submitted by Danielle K |  |
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