Dripping

MKL

Blood drips from my wrist

A pitter echoes as it hits the floor

The red liquid spreads and I go again

Deeper

Longer

Harder

Stinging with pain I continue

This hurts less than my body does

Hurts less then my pounding head

Hurts less then my constantly breaking heart

This is pain I can control

I choose where is goes

How bad it hurts

When I stop

But the scars bring a New level of pain

Grueling embarrassment

Fear of being caught

Anger for succumbing again and again

I don’t think about the future now

Blood drops from my wrist

A pitter echoes as it hits the floor

The red liquid spreads as I go again

And again

And again

  • Author: MKL (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2023 22:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • David Wakeling

    How depressing.I really struggle to see the purpose of this writing.

    • thatsquishedtomato

      I was thinking the same thing, and you probably know this but slitting your wrists is a common form of suicide because that's where some really thick veins are, so you bleed out. But seriously the guy who wrote this poem, if he actually feels like this, needs some help.



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