I dream of slicing the blue ropes in my pale wrists.
Dividing the skin that keeps the gore inside.
Letting the claret flow like spilled oil.
Knowing for once, I would find serenity.
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Author:
SaaskiiaBonita (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Please note I am healthy and happy, I use poetry to express how I am feeling when my OCD is making me feel at my lowest.
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