1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts, 4

she watched as the blood

dripped to the floor

5 cuts, 6 cuts, 7 cuts, 8

she started getting dizzy

she thought she would faint

9 cuts, 10 cuts, 11 cuts, 12

her mind slowly whispered

soon it’ll be over my dear

slowly she slid down the wall

as her arm fell to her side

her breathing was slowing

her eyes started to drope

she she finally whispered,

one last word… goodbye



  • WriteBeLight

    Wow, not pretty. But, your poem was on point and smooth.

  • Tony36

    Sad that anyone should do that to themselves. Great write

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